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The Watcher’s Questions – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse, Linda is hosting Open Link Night where we are invited to post a poem of our choice.

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“I choose to listen to the river for a while, thinking river thoughts, before joining the night and the stars.” Edward Abbey

The Watcher's Questions

Did it matter that the day was grey, that rain might come?
I watch the tide come and go and I have no part in it
other than as a watcher of waves and birds. 
The morning birds are fast and noisy, they always seem to
want to be somewhere, perhaps they are hungry or simply
seeking new horizons. One gull flew past, and I'm certain 
s/he looked intently at me as if to ponder my inner thoughts.

Why did I choose this place of two tides where birds come
and go? The seem so free, and yet the eye may not see that
in fact they are more like me. I feel that I know them,
knowing their searching. Where might it end? I wonder just
how I would I feel if the birds missed a beat on their 
morning venture, and what does that say about me? What is
my beat, and where am I in this moment?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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My Quiet Treasury – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.” Rumi

My Quiet Treasury

I sat inside my quiet treasury of peaceful self
amidst a field of reliquaries sculpted from dreams,
with the eyes of the hidden ones watching closely,
sentinels of the night in communities of acceptance.

Amidst a field of reliquaries sculpted from dreams,
along narrow stone paths of adventure unknown,
sentinels of the night in communities of acceptance
who silently speak in defence of all that is valued.

Along narrow stone paths of adventure unknown
I plumbed the forest's deep guilty pleasures
who silently speak in defence of all that is valued,
and offered as generous joy overflowing.

I plumbed the forest's deep guilty pleasures
with the eyes of the hidden ones watching closely,
and offered as generous joy overflowing,
I sat inside my quiet treasury of peaceful self.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Pond Of Dreams – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sanaa is hosting Open Link Night where we are invited to post a poem of our own choosing.

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“Moonlight incites dark passions ….” Rampo Edogawa

Pond Of Dreams

I'm certain as not that my dreams lit
the light of my centre as moon floated 
gently through the window of invitation,
gently rustling my playful sheets of sigh,
lighting a fire behind my lids of desire,
with reciprocating motions of heart as
rhythms of stroked flesh hovering at 
the edge of desire assuming a tidal 
wave in a pond of dreams.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Copernicus’ Chickens – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Bjorn is hosting Open Link Night when we choose a poem of our own to post.

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“You shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you mad.” Aldous Huxley

Copernicus' Chickens

Copernicus' chickens had a more rounded view
which squared imaginatively though yet
predictably with a general view of incoherent,
contradicted meaning, a union of incompatibles.

Which squared imaginatively though yet
cried out as dry bones yearn as metal for oil in
contradicted meaning, a union of incompatibles,
ever exhausted and spent in search of a truth.

Cried out as dry bones yearn as metal for oil in
mid combustion of ideas in danger of sticking,
ever exhausted and spent in search of a truth,
transcendent, and so deliciously unreal.

Mid combustion of ideas in danger of sticking,
predictably with a general view of incoherent,
transcendent, and so deliciously unreal,
Copernicus' chickens had a more rounded view.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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In The Crush – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Linda is hosting Open Link Night, when we post our own choice of poem.

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“The years are too short, the days are too long.” Joseph Heller

In The Crush

The day's tide elongated my hours
like thick, slow squeezed lemon,
the juice of a day in the crush of
a hand now flexed and dripping.

Like thick, slow squeezed lemon
with a mess of acid citrus down,
a hand now flexed and dripping
so much a tap of flowing water.

With a mess of acid citrus down,
the day simply drizzled along,
so much a tap of flowing river
along the moments so tart and,

The day simply drizzled along,
the juice of a day in a crush of,
along the moments so tart and,
the day's tide elongated my hours.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Sands Of Time – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand there is the story of the earth.” Rachel Carson

Sands Of Time

What force is this
runnel of scarred beauty,
where earth meets water,
transformed by the intimate violence
of a caress which moves mountains
of life beyond all tomorrows of
recollection to eternities of an
indescribable elsewhere that
leaves me feeling uncertain of
where to place my feet in a 
shifting world.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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In A Silence – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Mish at dVerse is hosting Open Link Night when we are invited to submit a poem of our choice. dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

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“The night is more alive and more richly coloured than the day.” Vincent Van Gogh

In A Silence

I love the quiet place where the trees
meet the water and where the stars are
welcomed as friends who speak in a 
silence felt marrow deep as they search
my dark corners, lessening the dull
concerns of days lost of light and take me
once again colouring outside the lines of 
the narrow, and out, out beyond, to the 
potent throb of life that lives in the veins
of my freedom.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Softly – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Grace is hosting Open Link Night – the night to post a poem of your own choosing. dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

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“The Lotus comes from the murkiest water but grows into the purest thing.” Nita Ambani

Softly

As the day passed to night
lotus sat in the shadows quietly,
till moon touched her softly,
stiring a warmth becoming fire,
she rose up electric with 
tingling flesh, and so quickly
her perfect flower opened
completely inviting,
unravelling his tired resistance.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Shouting Underwater – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Linda at dVerse is hosting Open Link Night where ewe are invited to post a poem of choice. dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

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“Any government that places profit before people is pure evil.” Suzy Kassem

Shouting Underwater

Those babble mouths,
always a crooked apologia for
crack cocaine capitalism's
endemic asset stripping
dealers who're always
powdering their own noses,
yet always the stench of decay
seeps through everywhere,
gaslighting the streets,
curbing panaceas
left, right and centre,
and I feel as if I'm
on fire and shouting
underwater.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Just Glad – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Mish is hosting Open Link Night at dVerse Poets

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“Kai-ros: the perfect, delicate crucial moment, the fleeting rightness of time and place …..”





Just Glad

How might I interpret the horizon
which once seemed so far away
but no longer sits in distant silence,
much closeer now to the urgency
of words stretched out in
nascent expressions of meaning
I had not anticipated and,
joyfully inviting a lyrical searching
that powerfully deepens,
even so, I cannot hold on to it,
I'm just glad I was here in this
place with this question,
not having to understand 
this moment.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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