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Together – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.” Oscar Wilde

Together

The place where we lay down together,
this spiced bed of infinite pleasures,
an imaginarium that fills my senses,
opening me to the sacred moment,
everything taking on new meaning,
with feelings like white water, dangerous
and ecstatic, all at once, a place 
hallowed by the enfolding of love.

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Like Winter Gulls – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“When emptiness is still, that is eternity. When it moves that is love.” Adyashanti

Like Winter Gulls

If love is possible how 
will it survive when all my 
self-beliefs, like winter gulls, 
have migrated south, leaving
me with the immutable
feeling that meaning has
abandoned me in a place 
where I don't have myself,
just a vacuum of abstractions,
like the absurd question, if 
love is possible, how will it 
describe me.


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The Blueberries – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Mish is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about fruit.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Always In Season

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“Age is not all decay, it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within that withers and bursts the husk.” George MacDonald

The Blueberries

In the very first of the season came the 
promise of delight cached in smooth,
taught, dark skin, shining, exposed,
ripening before the sun, full of rich delight
to please any tongue or wanton fingers
willing to scoop the sugared, juicy high,
now torn at first bite, passion longing for
another, and then another, until consumed
in faint exhaustion, sated, drunk, and only 
then noticing the pink tinged florets
modestly calling my eyes to something 
deeper than a possession of fruit, and so 
in the latter of the season I gazed into 
your abundant, fruitful self, waiting  to 
be gathered together in a devotion fit
for a tender deity.


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Of Things Past – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Linda is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write about the word linger or any of its forms.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Linger

Photo: an old Ford truck – part of the history of Kookynie and mining.

“Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.” Benjamin Disraeli

Of Things Past

The past lurks in the present,
intensifying the sense of wanting
to restore, heal, the original 
intention once the pride of purpose,
now a felt grief, an if only, raising the
question: can we overcome the grief
of things past that linger within us?


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Lost In Aphasia – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Nothing matters more than when a person discovers their voice ….” Lisa Haynes

Lost In Aphasia 

What pricks your ears,
does it make any sense
as you graze the spice rack
along the path of discovery,
not caring for much at all,
how do you muddle through,
exponential acceleration or
just curating your inheritance,
fading out, remaining unaware,
silent in anaemic, vanilla habits, 
lost in aphasia?


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The Real Story – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Late afternoon sun across our campsite at Boondi Rock, gimlets reaching for the sky and casting shadows.

“Friendship is a sheltering tree.” Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The Real Story

Trees tower over me reaching for the sun,
speaking to the sky in words beyond me,
with ancient meaning lingering the boughs,

∼ but the real story is an understory spoken ∽

soft and low, gently grazing my ears with 
a delicate language greater than height of
fine soul thirsty for the traffic of connection.


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Despite The Tiny Voice – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Every bad institution of this world ends by suicide.” Victor Hugo

Despite The Tiny Voice

The ancient serpent lay sunning in the
open noon warmth, sluggish and laden 
from decades of lazily gorging tripe, 
leaving the forest somewhat bare of life, 
despite the tiny voice that had pleaded for 
change, still the serpent followed its familiar 
comfort and, beginning with its tail, began 
slowly devouring itself in the belief that it
could not possibly come to an end.


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In Their Faces – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“One needs others to get to know oneself.” Carl Jung

In Their Faces

When the harrowing voice pierced my body a
thick roke of darkness became my inward days,
feeling the essence of sorrows all around me,
reaching the fragile wraith of my heart into 
their deeps and seeing the innocent faces of
loved ones peering through the the threshold
of suffering as a multitude of all before,
as a sign of hope that the cliches of time 
are true enough in honouring the layers of
pain so easily stored in the flesh, now let
go in the moment I see myself in their faces.


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Where Do You Go? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“It is living and ceasing to live that are imaginary solutions. Existence is elsewhere.” Andre Breton

Where Do You Go?

When something like that happens where do you go,
how do you begin to bend time within time
and cope with the grief of stolen promises,
while remaining witness to the passing narrative.

How do you begin to bend time within time,
to create a new map of unexpected futures,
while remaining witness to the passing narrative
of the challenges of the disintegration of truths.

To create a new map of unexpected futures
that come from within our own imaginations,
of the challenges of the disintegration of truths
in the beautiful collapse of the so called real.

That come from within our own imaginations,
and cope with the grief of stolen promises
in the beautiful collapse of the so called real,
when something like that happens where do you go?


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I’m Only A Spider – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sarah is hosting at the Poets Pub with an invitation to write about Creepies and crawlies.

dVerse Poets – Poets Pub – Creepies and Crawlies

Video taken in the Mundy Regional Park – this is a red-headed mouse spider (Missulena sp. Insignis)


“Spiders – so needed and yet so misunderstood.” Donna Lynn Hope




I’m Only A Spider
With a furry little flurry I'm always on the scurry
when a shadow intrudes to remind me that
you're so beyond big I can't flirt with you, and so
I run and run, though slowly, so as not to attract
your attention to my plight as I take flight with
all my might, that I could make for cover fast,
as in the past, and at last I would hide  my pride
in the shrubbery in recovery, and start my day all
over again, without your imposing shadow and,
unlike my prey, live to scurry another day.


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