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Presence – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“A house is never still in darkness to those who listen intently …..” James M. Barrie


The house so quiet, still
like settled air,
its windows moon bathed,
only my keyboard softly,
carefully, clicking the hours,
the cat hurtles maniacally 
down the hall past my turned back,
nothing speaks,
nothing creaks,
a shadow moves slowly past the door
lingering briefly,
but when I turn
there is only a felt presence.

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Note: The cat, poor thing, hair standing up, managed to take the rubbish bag (hooked the handles in its rush) up the hallway and into our youngest son's room, waking him and causing a minor stir. The shadow followed, lingered, no doubt curious, and moved on. I followed but the presence had gone.


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After So Long – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Presence- VJs Weekly challenge


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After So Long

I remember dinner so long ago,
I must have been a world
weary conscious four,
you were home after shift
as roster flew by and,
you seemed to linger awhile
less on the edge
more where I could see you,
know you,
though then, you were very
dark and fearsome
confused with pain
you knew not how to fathom,
even so, there were moments
middled in the muddle of it all
where happiness came along,
and one day you went,
a little too soon,
beyond the edge where I
could not longer see you clearly,
but now, after so long,
I can feel your presence.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Paul, pvcann.com


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via Daily Prompt: Faint


There we were at Uluru, and in a part I hadn’t been to previously some years ago. There was, and not uncommonly, an overhang or shelter in the rock, and on the surface of the shelter there was this faint art work, which is ancient. I just cannot remember the meaning of this particular piece (others will remind me), but in every way it holds a significance and beauty I cannot put into words – you had to be there to experience it. What moves is the age, the simplicity (in my perception), the depth of meaning behind the simplicity, and just the simple fact that here I was, in 2017, close to this work which was ancient. Who had communicated this, what was it like, what did it say about them. However, the author of this work would probably ask no such questions. For me it was faint and faded but precious. And a faint call that turned to a roar,  of something about relationship, otherness, community, and life through time. Life in presence, attention and awareness. Strange how something faint, something beyond my experience, could be so profound and powerful.




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