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How? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Tuesday – Winsome

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“She is a winsome wee thing. She is a handsome wee thing. She is a lo’esome wee thing. This sweet wife o’ mine.”  Robert Burns  1792.

How?

How is it you raise the sun
and warm my very earth
then turn the moon
spinning my heart
cartwheeling my mind
with kaleidoscope beams
even the moon lost its nightcap,
while Rhiannon laughed and even
Merlin raised an eyebrow
as I sighed at your
winsome ways.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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And Not See – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP – Monday – Elusive

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“In the attitude of silence the soul finds the path in a clearer light, and what is elusive and deceptive resolves itself into crystal clearness. Our life is a long and arduous quest after Truth.”  Gandhi

And Not See

I wanted to write that one thing
something from deep inside
with such clarity
nothing could elude
and incisive revelation
of my true self,
undefended,
raw and whole,
beyond shame
without fear,
but the deeper I dug
the more I held close,
for even in the desire
I was unwilling to face
those depths,
which goes to show
that you can shine a light
down long dark hallways,
and not want to see.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Jumbled Life – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The purpose – where I start –  is the idea of use. It is not recycling, it’s reuse.”  Issey Miyake

Jumbled Life

I went to the local op shop
to glimpse the passing of my life
in a multitude of styles and colours,
unboxed memories in
this museum of moments,
a house of bargains,
all recycled love
wondering where to home,
I took nothing tangible
but I left with joy
and the stirrings
of my childhood.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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With No Meaning – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Tristful – RDP Monday

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“I felt That I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.”  Edgar Allan Poe

 

With No Meaning

Weightless heaviness presses in,
a fog that is light
with no meaning
clouds my mind,
my heart shifting
not shifting,
O to drink from the Lethe
and forget even forgetting,
even to stand,
to move beyond this torpor
that has become my friend,
the one who overstays
yet always welcomed back.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Again – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Sunday – Excursion

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“Licence my roving hands, and let them go before, behind, between, above, below.” . John Donne

Again

Of nape and lips
lobes and lids,
a drift of hair,
a flex of sinew,
to draw the same breath
finding that ancient rhythm,
and hand to the rise
describing the cleft and valley
places too dally,
a mind etched,
longing invoked,
an excursion I will take again.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Pondered Pebble – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Pebble – RDP Thursday

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“It is a mathematical fact that the casting of this pebble from my hand alters the centre of gravity of the universe.”  Thomas Carlyle

Pondered Pebble

Have you ever stood and pondered a pebble
on riverbank or seashore,
to know that a conglomerate surrendered it so
by water and by wind,
that oneness can give an abundance
and nothing is alone or insignificant,
to think that such a small thing
can be a giant killer,
a game changer,
gravity mover,
disturber of peace,
a garden of delight,
pity the one who doesn’t ponder a pebble.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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I Wish I Hadn’t – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Grass – RDP Thursday

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“I see litter as part of a long continuum of anti-social behaviour.”  Bill Bryson

I Wished I Hadn’t

I took myself for a walk today
and I came to a little park,
the sun was out,
the grass was shining,
so I thought I’d sit for a while,
but as I looked,
and I wished I hadn’t for
all was not as it seemed,
a child surrendered
its lunch to the grass,
while several dogs weighed less,
there were tea bags and wrappers,
beer slops and bottles,
so I went to the mall instead.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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The Wakening – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Wake – RDP Monday

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“A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. To live is to be slowly born.”  Antoine de Saint-Exupery

The Wakening

She’d lived a normal life
of few events
and fewer aspirations,
a monotonous drudging dressed up
in perfect debts and shiny griefs,
and in this darkened hallowed space
where coloured windows frowned
and judgment rang out of its very walls,
the eulogy came knocking at my mind and
I was compelled to resurrection
rose and fled the door mid amen,
and vowed to find my life.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Within – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Reflection – RDP Sunday

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“We had the experience but missed the meaning.”  T.S. Eliot

 

Within

Below the ripples of my inner pool
lies my self unseen
who collects moments of importance,
things experienced and things known
for a rainy day,
days when shadow comes out to play
needing a friend,
wanting to talk,
hoping for some direction,
and as I inwardly
hear movements in this deep,
I begin to see a way
to recollect and reconcile,
teasing a way forward
within myself.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com.

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Transported – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Passage – RDP Tuesday

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Transported

He often sought the solace of the hallway,
to capture views and hold them
ever dreaming escapes
touching the light on the
gleaming window frames
then travelling to worlds yet to be discovered,
one day he was so utterly transported
he was unaware of the passage of time,
and he wakened in a cloister,
the air was welcoming and he
determined to stay as long as possible
feeling drawn to the stillness
and the faint sounds of
plainsong that washed over him,
he’d never known such peace.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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