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June 11, 2021 · 1:01 pm

Communion – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lillian is hosting Open Link Night the night we post our own choice of poem.

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“Coffee is a kind of magic you can drink.” Catherynne M. Valente

Communion

I held that mug and treasured the thought
of it and, knowing I would sip, I held off
so that the liminal feeling would linger
longer, letting the feelings arise and 
anticipation build to this sacred moment,
the scent of a coffee, the swirl, the steam,
should never be rushed or taken lightly,
for it will never be repeated, no one sip is
the same as another, and the first, well the 
first is a ritual of exquisite religion within
the temple of my senses.

Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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May 28, 2021 · 12:22 pm

Autumn’s Decision – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lisa is hosting Open Link Night where we post our own choice of poem.

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Photo: Farrel Grove, Paull’s Valley (Beelu National Park).

“And all the lives we lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves …” Virginia Woolf 

Autumn's Decision

The storm passed quickly,
failing to transition autumn to winter 
any faster than autumn was willing to
allow, for autumn is possessed of her
own determined time to relinquish
her hold on nature, and certainly not 
at winter's behest; soon the air floated 
between two moods, charged with 
possibilities unknown, while the birds 
sang their thoughts and the trees 
pondered the gentle breeze.

Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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April 30, 2021 · 2:42 pm

If I Had A Light – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Mish is hosting Open Link Night, the night we make our own choice of poem to post.

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Photo: Reserve trail walk adjacent to the Hardy Inlet.

“Anything we experience, no matter how challenging, can become an open pathway to awakening.” Pema Chodron

If I Had A Light

If I had a light I could see my way,
or perhaps a map where I could chart a
path, but it remains indecipherable,
though neither dark nor fogged in my
mind's eye, it is simply a discernment
of journey, a surprise awakening, a not
this, instead, perhaps this or that in a 
lived experience, all the richer for its
misdirections, its hidden meanings,
even its lack of clarity is a decided
gift of discovery, which, in the end
seems quite natural, a hindsight
twenty-twenty, a reverse of 
understanding of how we go,
not where or when we go, but, 
as we go we discover so much of
our beginnings with self and the
strive to transcend it.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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April 2, 2021 · 1:51 pm

Where Ideas Land – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lillian is hosting Open Link Night, the night we are invited to post a poem of our own choice.

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“My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living.” Anais Nin

Where Ideas Land

It flapped in like a hyper bee
and landed on the dry edge,
just over there, catching my 
attention, I saw it then lost 
sight of it thinking it gone,
or so I thought, I searched
and searched, and there 
it was hidden in the lee of 
bracken fern and ivy strands,
a nest for bigger things.
This was my decisive turn,
the seminal, pivotal moment,
that fringe of the mind where 
ideas land.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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March 5, 2021 · 3:13 pm

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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Photo: Southern ocean, off Augusta.

“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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February 5, 2021 · 3:37 pm

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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January 8, 2021 · 1:59 pm

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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December 10, 2020 · 10:35 pm

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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November 13, 2020 · 3:16 pm

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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October 16, 2020 · 3:24 pm

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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