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The Herald Of Summer – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Leaves are verbs that conjugate the seasons.” Gretel Erlich

 

The Herald Of Summer

There’s a corner of the garden,
a remnant of native bush
that I love to wander,
especially now, as the air is warmer,
but before I even feel that
I know it by the crunch and crackle
of those hardy leaves,
the daily autumnal, the
herald of summer,
and the smell,
yes the smell of eucalypts
in this dry avenue
is to be inhaled as fine whiskey,
and, in the stillness
the quiet is a rarefied sharpness
that carries its own energy
pierced only by cicadas and magpies,
and I float in my senses
past bees and dragonflies
as friends.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Gratia Participo – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night – Thankfulness

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“Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow.”

Gratia Participo

Moments inhabit our togetheredness
all that has gone before of
memory skin
familiar senses
looking deeply into soul
where a certain light shines,
a resonance, reflection,
knowing the other,
moving,
never captive to yesterday,
emerging,
ever thankful
for the new day.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Note: see how the Latin carries the purity of thankfulness as a verb form, it is something that we do.

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I Cannot Be sure – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“A witch ought never to be frightened in the darkest forest … because she should be sure in her soul that the most terrifying thing in the forest was her.”  Terry Pratchett

I Cannot Be Sure

The darkly raven fixes me with beady eye
and discordant derisive rasp,
the briefest glimpse of silvered light
on fading leaves that shiver on
the breath of the restless ones
like tinsel in a breeze,
while the dank forest floor
slithers and creeps
in the litter of this quiet,
horned and winged things fill the air,
time slows and ice runs through my veins,
I turn to see what pricks me so,
a cloaken figure speaks
and yet there are no words
so I hearkened her eyes
which pierced me so
speaking long of dread,
of hers or mine I cannot be sure.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Story Is Not The Story – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“There’s a lot of difference between listening and hearing.” G.K. Chesterton

The Story Is Not The Story

And to think that I was so accusing
that you were in fact listening
the whole time and
able to regurgitate the whole
of my conversation
line by line verbatim,
you really listened,
and yet you didn’t hear at all,
you didn’t hear the story
within the story, for the
story is not the story,
the story is merely the
carrier of the story within
the story.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Gifted – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Hope is a helium balloon. It is a wish lantern set out into the dark sky of night.”  Sharon Weil

 

Gifted

I want to laugh
as infectious giggles fill the air
a family,
its youngest gifted a balloon,
so enthralled, excited
running carefree,
trusting, or was it forgetting
with a letting go
just to see it floating,
the child was sad and crying,
but I really understood that balloon,
and I held it in my heart
gifted by its freedom.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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That Feeling – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Let a thousand wrangling desires become one love.”  Rumi

That Feeling

That feeling
when the days run to sighing
and longing
because you sense
there is something more,
and sitting,
but not wanting to, rather
desiring to take to the ramparts
of the moment and fully possess them,
to pluck out meaning
and make sense of the world
as if to clear the rain drops from
a window and see
what you have always seen
for the first time,
and know it like an old friend.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Seamless – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Feelings come and go like clouds in a windy sky. Conscious breathing is my anchor.”  Thich  Nhat Hahn

 

Seamless

To contemplate breathing
now there’s a thing,
a rhythm of
an inward and outward breath,
so simple really, and yet,
where is the juncture
the beginning or end,
though differently constituted
there are no parts
neither this or that,
just one continuous
seamless movement.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Stillness That Moves – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Stillness That Moves

That feeling
when stillness moves,
vertiginous upheaval
transfer of heat,
second law of the
thermodynamics of love
rising,
growing,
but should it cool
then let the grasses
caress you to a
stillness that moves.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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That Point – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Art: Henri Rosseau 1840 – 1910. Post Impressionism. ‘The Sleeping Gypsy’ 1897.

 

 

That Point

That point when all has fallen away
when darkness has become a shroud on
which the psychedelia of dreamland
can majestically paint all that is
the technicolour stereopticon of
surreal unconscious lunar tides
on which I rise and fall,
just as breathing
so as dreaming,
until irruption rends and
registers other, lesser worlds
leaving disorientation in its wake
with the sorrow of leaving,
no going back
not wanting to go forward,
arrested state,
so as sleeping,
so as life.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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I Dare – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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I Dare

To close the door
I close myself,
hinged on a thin
premise of protection
against your congealed words,
While yet sowing
Seeds of destruction,
Calloused,
ridged against
the pain,
and shutting out the world,
but the pain lingers,
festers,
until once again
I dare to open that door,
and so, to open myself.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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