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Cradled – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Thursday – Lonely

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Photo: north of Laverton.

“Loneliness can be conquered only by those who can bear solitude.” Paul Tillich

Cradled

I craved the silence
until it crashed hard against me,
leaving me breathless for more,
wanting to run from the precipice
of that dance of paradox,
wanting not wanting,
having, resisting,
taking a leap,
being caught up by those
non-existent arms,
cradled against the lonely,
held within the chaos,
safe in my uncertainty.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Always That Something – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Sunday – Something

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“One is not born, but rather becomes, a woman.”  Simone de Beauvoir

Always That Something

To be close to her is to
feel the cosmos
beating in my heart
running lucy’s diamonds,
essence of fairy dust,
pockets of poppies,
nosegays of lively moves,
handfuls of shooting stars
that tingle goosebumps
in ripples of swoon,
drenched in the purple
of mountains and
the turquoise of reefs,
always that something,
to be close to her is to
have it all.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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I Held The Storm – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Saturday – Calm

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“In the madness, you have to find calm.”  Lupita Nyong’o

I Held The Storm

I was tearing at the curtains,
ribboned through my hair,
threshing on the floor
husks like dust
tearing at my flesh,
caffeine hazed
whiskey fused
spitting chips,
eyes like darts,
a shadow ninja
slicing the air,
razored veins
and narrowed eyes,
such a lie,
my face serene,
an exquisite calm
with which I held the storm.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Sweet Caress – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Saturday – Water

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A natural onsen, or Japanese bath, this one of many hot spring baths.

 

“There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won’t cure, but I don’t know many of them.”  Sylvia Plath

 

Sweet Caress

A sweet caress
seeping into my flesh,
down to the bone of
my deepest self,
held, cradled so gently,
washed for life
in this cure of souls,
my spirit liberated,
lifted as I am lifted
into new realms,
a descent of ascent
to clarity.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Possibility Of Now – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Saturday – Beacon

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“Love is not consolation. It is Light”. Friedrich Nietzsche

 

The Possibility Of Now

The room weighed heavy upon me,
ingots of emotion crowding in,
leaden lumps of raw feeling
of approaching the precipice
and seeing nothing beyond,
but riveted to myself alone
I stood still in the moment,
I had thought this space
had possessed every virtue,
it was contained in my thoughts,
my words were testimony
and heaven bound
longing for places that were
in my words so dreamed,
but nothing was so,
only resistance in the stillness
until, until the very chance
my eyes were lighted,
a sliver of glow,
hope’s beacon
in the possibility of now.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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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

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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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But The Earth Laughs – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Saturday – Nation

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Tomorrow, January 26, is “Australia Day” a slap in the face to our Indigenous people who remember it as Invasion Day. It is supposed to be a national holiday to commemorate the founding of Australia (as a white colony) under the British realm. I would rather we celebrated our so called nationhood in line with the federation of Australia and found other ways to be more united in a commonly agreed set of values and purpose. In another sense, I am not committed to any flag, I am however, committed to people irrespective of status, colour, religion and creed. In my view flags, nationalism and patriotism are dangerous, and the proof of that is in the daily news!

 

“Mounting an expedition to actualise a Compassionate Commonwealth of all peoples … is the great spiritual challenge of our time.” Sam Keen

But The Earth Laughs

Someone planted a flag and watered it
with jingoism and platitudes that
had no real connection to anything
let alone meaning
in the truest sense of the word,
people made pious statements and swooned
as if the earth might clap with joy
at the sound of our own voices,
exulting over our claims,
but the earth laughs at us as a
parent laughs at a child who thinks it knows,
until the child grows and
poisons the soil with nationalism,
worse, it murders unity with patriotism
and life wilts before us in
borders, walls and detention
where no one is safe,
and words become blades that
wound and butcher
for the mere sense of a date
or the colour of skin,
and yet we skilfully wallpaper death
like nothing is wrong
and we raise champagne to a
beautiful monied lie,
that fiction of ownership,
that we own what we do not own
be it mountains,
or be it myths and legends.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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My World – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Thursday – Looking Out Of My Backdoor.

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Photo: activerain.com

 

“Not knowing when the door will come I open every door.”  Emily Dickinson

 

My World

Of all the front doors there is nothing certain,
a series of possibilities and invitations,
comings and goings strewn across a day,
across a lifetime
as the world beckons,
but my backdoor is more assured
and as I look out
it is my world,
though I do not own it,
a space of reflective knowing,
that holds everything
unhindered and full
and though there are walls,
there are none able to
hem my thoughts
or my dreams.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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