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One – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Monday – Skimpy

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“A girl in a bikini is like having a loaded pistol on your coffee table – there’s nothing wrong with them, but it’s hard to stop thinking about it.”  Garrison Keillor

One

When your skimpy two-piece became one,
I counted your thirty-three vertebrae
with my sensitive fingers,
so carefully I traced
from C-1 to L-5
and, holding my breath
I pressed on to S-4
where I felt my heart
increasingly spinning.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Then – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.”  James Baldwin.

Then

What if, for example,
fish swam backwards or the
moon tangoed with Jupiter
and I eclipsed your notions of love,
would you love me then?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Words 2 – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“We are shaped by our conversations.”  Robin S. Sharma

Words 2

Sometimes
the moment is never right
to carefully place those feelings
across the neat, crisp, tablecloth of
happily reconciled expectations,
what seemed possible an hour ago
has shifted completely in the moment as
other energies have cleverly intervened,
and though not lost, these words must now
wait for a spaciousness of invitation
where they may be well received
and celebrated.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Words – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

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“Everyone has their own ways of expression. I believe we all have a lot to say, but finding ways to say it more than half the battle.”  Criss Jami

 

Words

Words can be thin and easily folded,
neatly taken, put away,
never taking up much room,
always about to lead off
but never actually getting started,
an economy of scale for
benign conversations,
and sometimes words are
so swollen, so full
that I cannot fit them
into the narrow space between us.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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A Foreigner – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Word of the Day – Foreigner

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“This society eliminates geographical distance only to produce a new internal separation.”  Guy Debord

 

A Foreigner

I wandered the streets for a while
soaking up the juice like bread,
I searched for a language,
looking for sounds of hope,
but all the energy was darkness
a cloud of hate reigning,
so many assassin words
that fell into my flesh,
feeling my bones,
I hastened home
a foreigner.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com.

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No Cares To Hold – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – What Day Is It Anyway?

Sarah at dVerse has invited us to write a poem about a day.

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“Time deals gently only with those who take it gently.”  Anatole France

No Cares To Hold

The sepia tones seep past
blurred, sleep filled eyes
blocking momentarily any
signs of what might be,
a gentle lace of fine joy
leaks through my window and
I rise so lightly through my fog
as comes the dawn of my recognition,
there was no warning,
I felt no urgency,
life in the slow,
this is our day,
we take the whole,
this is Monday,
no cares to hold,
they have flown away.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Usurped – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Word of the Day – Devil

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“Too many of us now tend to worship self indulgence and corruption.”  Jimmy Carter

 

Usurped

The devil took the high ground
and kicked Christ to the kerb,
the saloon bar erupted,
nothing like this before,
the incarnation kid was
clearly out of sorts,
stumbling like a drunkard through
the wide berth of the crowd,
he fell upon the ropes
as the whistle called time out
his coach could see the problem,
confusion clouded eyes
usurped by strange love,
that bit of love your neighbour
was spun to love yourself.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Because – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Whisper

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“There is a road from the eye to the heart that does not go through the intellect.”  G.K. Chesterton

Because

Down he went for there was a road
and roads must be wandered
no matter the cost,
because roads whisper
so many things of love and life,
not least the mystery of other,
the inexplicable unnamed love,
that gaze of sun and moon,
and to contend with every
bend and slope and not
be curbed in any way,
just to listen in himself,
to embody the resonance of
every breath the road
would give in wisdom.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Every Time – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Sunday – Masterpiece

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Photo: from hyperactivz.com and the story “Forty Years Ago This Man Planted A
Tree That Created Amazing Opportunities For His Island” by Lauren Fazackarly –  The Story of Jadav Payeng who began planting trees at sixteen and is still going.

Please note: this is only one story, there are several stories from all over the world of people doing similar feats to greater or lesser extent.

 

“Society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they will never sit in.”  Greek Proverb

Every Time

He settled in the dust of his soul,
the sun beating down and
mocking his every effort
drawing his moisture to his brow,
and yet every day he rose and
without fail, made his way
to his field of dreams
that barren canvas of life’s struggles,
of course, without knowing,
passers-by smiled their condescension,
to them he was an eccentric farmer,
while in his own mind he was an
investment banker, and adventurer, a rebel,
and every time he planted a tree he knew
he was painting a masterpiece
whose abstract nature only he could explain.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Fullness – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Saturday – Spring

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“I want to do to you what spring does with cherry trees.”  Pablo Neruda

 

Fullness

The beautiful blossom was in its fullness
and the buds were lush and ripe,
swollen with colour so strong,
stems supple with every flex,
the birds and the bees came
to be tantalised by that sweet nectar,
so rich a honey overflowing, it ached,
she looked up as he turned,
he smiled her personification of spring.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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