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Coloured Every Space – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Coloured Every Space

There was a time of doldrum days
becalmed in old routines and
repetitious droughts of mind
like harvest fields of crackling grain
and hanging, dry, stringy bark,
when creeks were dry
and summer blazed
with no relief in sight,
until I heard the rustling leaves
and tap, tap, tapping screen door
with a breath of air,
I sensed a change as
you drifted in and
coloured every space.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Demulcent Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Balm – RDP Monday

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Demulcent Love

The wounding of living runs deep
though I sometimes do not speak it,
and sometimes I’m unaware
till a time of its awakening
fully felt in all its bruising,
and I would hold these wounds,
these bruises,
and nurture the pain all the more
were it not for your soothing
whispers, your demulcent touch.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Only Onwards – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Chase – RDP Monday

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Only Onwards

We ran through the leaves
as time ran through us,
together we laughed
as we took turns
one after the other
dancing,
ever forwards,
no shoulder glances
to fix regret,
only onwards
like moths
towards the light
that has burned
since the beginning,
lighting our way
and ever waiting
for us to land.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Knows – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

View – RDP Saturday

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Knows

Noetic panoramas,
heart speaking into mind,
feeling the way,
sensing,
believing,
wanting,
but never capturing
the fulness,
merely tasting the
way through
this latticed life,
with a glimpse today
momentarily held,
as the eye,
ever enchanted
by the angles,
knows and unknows
the why.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Piper – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Plangent – RDP Monday

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Photo: youtube.com The Irish Drone (similar, but not to be confused with Scottish bagpipes)

The Piper

The piper rose
while the gathered,
unaware of how he
would rattle their hearts,
remained somnambulant
in reflection,
someone coughed and
attention gained a moment,
then the piper struck
a sombre note
and as one the gathered rose
as the sonorous sound of
Amazing Grace
consumed our hearts
with waves of melancholy
reverberating
rattling,
shaking,
as we plunged young Tom
into the ground
that could we
we would warm,
and just as suddenly as
the sound had come,
it ceased,
while yet our bodies
quavered.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Beginnings – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Road – RDP Sunday

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Photo: the Norseman – Hyden Road looking west.

Beginnings

Roads are like wounds upon the land
convenient scars
of destiny,
lines thrust into beauty
with crests of mystery
the rumble of corrugations
and puthering dust,
a testimony to repetition
memories of destinations
deep places of the heart,
my life has been roads
macadam and dirt
some once,
some thrice,
beginnings
and endings that
are just beginnings after all,
but some I”ll travel no more.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Carried – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Nimble – RDP Monday

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Carried

The dance began so long ago
it was yesterday as tomorrow,
effortless and light
carrying no weight,
they took their parts
and shared the load,
he was fleet of foot
and she was nimble,
but she carried the greater part
she carried the whole
the family sum
and he was all the lighter
with gratitude.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Taking Time – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Taking Time

I looked back towards the horizon
and I measured by heart
the distance traveled,
once, I craved the everything beyond
devouring places in the wake of drive,
now I savour where I’ve been
and the who of many conversations,
we lost a few along the way
raising the tide with a tear or two,
days past there was no rest
we moored for little
yet, curious, we delved for a while,
more often on the move
we compassed the globe and tore about
even now we’re far from still
but the harbour is inviting now
where I desire to be moored,
with long tables
in languid time
where words are shared
and never consumed.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Note: warp can refer to the weave of a rope, but it can also mean the art of mooring a boat using rope.

 

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Abundance Patented – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Cornucopia – RDP Thursday

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“Growth for the sake of growth is the ideology of cancer.”  Edward Abbey.

 

Abundance Patented

Adam’s spawn did play a game,
a nasty little game so spiteful,
turning the earth’s abundance
to a paucity
an economics of scarcity
to benefit the few and
starve the many,
for giggles did they
sup in full view
on the horn of plenty
thumbing their noses at death,
who smiled.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Possible – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Foray – RDP Monday

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Possible

Now
after so long
it seemed possible
and in proximity
as we were
alone
close
my hand reached out for yours
a risk to break the impasse
of tenterhooks and butterflies,
awaiting reception
or, God forbid
a retraction, no
and as I turned
you leaned in,
and our hearts
were in our eyes.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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