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Paying Attention – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

Grace at dVerse is hosting Open Link Night, the night we contribute a poem without a prompt.

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Photo: Lake Ballard, near Menzies

“I dwell in possibility.”  Emily Dickinson

Paying Attention

In the midst of hostility
where the dry arid ground
desired to earth my bones
and break my roots,
there I conquered my fear,
that petty thief,
taking shelter in myself,
living into the
trace of thoughts embodied
in my ordeal of solitude,
paying attention to the
emerging, shimmering, horizon,
beckoning,
smiling.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Petit Coin (small corner) – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

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

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Photo: found on redecorationroom.com

 

“There is only one corner of the universe you can be certain of improving, and that’s your own self.”  Aldous Huxley

 

Petit Coin (small corner)

I wanted a corner just for myself,
a grammar of sanctuary
giving rise to a language of
resistance to the noise
that has become the world
building a rough nest
in the habitation
where my soul once played
out epiphanies of great joy,
just a small corner of repose
that I might re-member myself.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Veneer – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

Lillian at dVerse is hosting Open Link Night which means an opportunity to post a poem of your choice.

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Photo: Better Homes and Gardens, January 1951

 

“You can get the man out of the stone -age, but not the stone-age out of the man.”  Abhijit Naskar

 

Veneer

The old panels were tired
and out of place,
relics of the forties and fifties,
so we settled on a transformation,
new ideas, life, and colours,
it was simple really
but so effective,
though lately I’ve noticed
that the laminates are lifting
in some places and the
bakelite’s showing through,
seems that all the transformations
were just that,
insubstantial veneers,
and the laminates are surrendering,
giving way to the old once more.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

 

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To The Centre – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: Lemon Scented Gum, St. Mark’s Park, Bunbury

 “How can we know ourselves by ourselves? Soul needs intimate connection, not only to individuate, but simply to live. For this we need relationships of the profoundest kind through which we can realise ourselves where self-revelation is possible ….”   James Hillman

To The Centre

Beyond the face of it
time is best immersive,
taken slowly,
small steps, never strides,
a very small journey that is quite long
from the outer to the centre,
a lifetime more or less,
and the closer one draws
to that precious place
is to feel the layers peeling off
with a new vulnerability
open to the world
as the mask thins and
crumbles to the ground.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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A way Home – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Ghosts don’t haunt us. That’s not how it works. They’re present among us because we won’t let go of them.”  Sue Grafton

 

A Way Home

The room was so still so late,
nothing and no one
a stirring not,
though midst my typing
a shadow passing
persisting time and again
through the snores of the house,
a presence behind me
not malevolent at all,
simply lost and locked,
needing to find a way home,
a letting go,
a moving on,
saying farewell to what was
and embracing the door
of something else,
for my part
I offered the way
in words of love,
the best map there could be.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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A Horror Coming Down – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Image: by Jonathan Burton and found at brainpickings.org

 

“In the time of deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.”  George Orwell.

 

A Horror Coming down

Mobsters, junkies and clowns,
Orwell’s horror
a horror coming round,
soon we’ll be in the ground,
soon we’ll be in the ground,
write nothing,
think nothing,
don’t shake the tree,
just standin’ in my yard,
my business,
mine for me,
them don’t like it
no, they don’t want it,
no one’s for free,
my mind’s banged up
in a dead wing,
but they wanna own it,
they wanna write it,
the wanna tell me what to think,
just don’t think, no
just don’t think,
don’t speak at all,
it’s killing me man,
the shoot me down,
they shoot you down,
killer’s running round
all for peace,
some plastic peace,
righteous facade,
a horror coming down,
a horror coming down.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

Note 1: The poem carries a rap influence, and was inspired by ‘1984’, Edward Snowden’s revelations, and the plight of Drill Rap artists in the UK, Australia and the US where censorship has been used as a weapon to limit and control the artistic expression of Drill Rap as a genre. Yet another sickening moral panic (accusations of organised crime, criminality, drug use, murder, and threats – obviously the authorities don’t read or live in poverty areas, or check the facts) being used against writers, and Australian and British police using power to censor and restrict artistic expression.

Note 2: in the poem the word wing = prison.

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The Herald Of Summer – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: Billyacatting Reserve

 

“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

Paul, pvcann.com

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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.

Paul, pvcann.com

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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

Paul, pvcann.com

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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

Paul, pvcann.com

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