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For Justice – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille

De at dVerse has invited us to write a Quadrille (44 words) around roar and ‘roaring in the new’

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“People can be at their most vulnerable, but still tenacious at the same time.”  Toni Bernhard

For Justice

Love overflows in perpetual caprices,
while anger escapes my imprisoning geist
and leaks across my world
as watercolour paint bleeding,
a tincture of passion released,
not so injustice,
action forthwith,
a torrent from a wellspring brimming,
an irreproachable love,
a roar for justice bursting.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Do They See The Sky Like I Do? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Peace, that was the other name for home.”  Kathleen Norris

 

Do They See The Sky Like I Do?

I passed the house at number sixteen,
it was still
as it usually is,
no one stirring,
everything in its place,
unlike the mess that is mine,
and I got to wondering,
who are they,
do they see the sky like I do?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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A Hoping Of Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Lilian at dVerse has invited us to write a quadrille (44 words) using the word glow (or a form of that word).

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Photo: Sunrise over the Blackwood River.

 

“I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.”  Jack London.

 

A Hoping Of Love

Myths and legends come and go,
holding a place to stand,
a refuge lurking beneath
the tinsel of time
should it be needed,
to heal the wounds
encrusting the heart,
by unwrapping the self
as a vulnerable gift
of glow,
a hoping of love.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Seeing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: Cafe in Bunbury, a spirited Willy Wagtail – the fly-catcher who came in from the cold!

 

“The highest proof of the spirit is love.”  Albert Schweitzer

 

Seeing

When the prophet spoke
the wait was long and dry
till some shepherds called
though few believed their news,
I glimpse her if I’m careful
in children passing by,
birds, laughter, dragonflies,
faces on the street,
wise wind of Sophia
ancient eternal present,
heartfelt.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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You Are – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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De at dVerse has invited us to use the word crack in a quadrille. In Ireland (whence came my ancestors) crack, or craic means fun or fun friend (and a host of other allied meanings).

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“I would rather walk with a friend in the dark, than alone in the light.”  Helen Keller

You Are

By the river the cafe
near the garden with us
in the midst of the crowd
you danced liquid,
your eyes laughing
before your lips,
the sun reflecting your smile
and warming my heart,
and, for all the world,
you’re such a good craic.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Graced A Rainbow – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Colours are the smiles of nature.”  Leigh Hunt

Graced A Rainbow

I dreamt an unfamiliar
pure white space
where a humble bee,
uncharacteristically black and white,
for mine are mostly yellow,
buzzed past and proceeded
to dance across the whiteness
without a worldly worry,
and wherever it landed,
wherever it touched,
it graced a rainbow.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Truth – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The colour of truth is gray.”  Andre Gide

 

Truth

Grief is incontrovertible in black,
and depression, I’m told,
barks all night
and absorbs light in the day,
while white as light
is Jekyll and Hyde
in the woods,
no telling the deception,
but grey,
now there’s a venerable colour
that speaks truth.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Question – a Poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.”  Hermann Hesse

The Question

How
does one keep
more to the point,
what does one keep
who am I to keep anything and
isn’t keeping about wanting
about accumulating,
surely not a person,
and don’t animals keep us?
when I think of keeping,
it’s time to let go.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Wrestling Visions – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: Lake Ballard shore line.

“We are in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us ….”  John Muir

Wrestling Visions

Surely you know a spider’s web
all sheen of gossamer neatly strung
finely tuned to capture,
just like the web
that its my heart
which captures breathless
beauty that escapes words,
quivering with the slightest tremor
of the subtlest emotions,
my body wrestling visions.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Jack – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Careful what you tell yourself, especially if you’re stubborn.”  Nitya Prakesh

Jack

Jack was a handful
at eighty,
goes sideways a lot
his feet don’t lift the same,
Rosie called appointment time
but old Jack’s mind
played a fifties reel,
he always pushed it late,
Rosie knew that like concrete
Jack was set in his ways.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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