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

Grass – RDP Thursday


Photo: theweeklynabe.com

“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


Filed under environment, Free Verse, grief, life, nature, quote

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

Paul, pvcann.com


Filed under Free Verse, grief, life, mindfulness, poem, quote

Within – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Reflection – RDP Sunday


Photo: Bunbury Wetlands reflection on the water below the pedestrian footbridge.

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



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.


Filed under Free Verse, life, meditation, mindfulness, poem, self-development, Uluru 17

Transported – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Passage – RDP Tuesday


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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


Filed under Free Verse, life, poem, Spirituality

Even So – poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Melt – RDP Friday


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Even So

They say,
whoever they are,
that beauty is in the
eye of the beholder,
perhaps that is true,
or that beauty lies within,
even so,
beauty without action is hollow,
eyes and ears are easily captivated
while the heart alone is melted
by the self-giving of compassion.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Paul, pvcann.com


Filed under Free Verse, life, love, mindfulness, poem, relationship

Our Very Words – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Lofty – RDP Tuesday


Photo: peoplesriverhistory.us. Artist Wes Modes sailed this recreated 1940s shanty boat down the Tennessee River in 2016 as part of the project – ‘A Secret History Of American River People’


Beware the echo-chamber!


Our Very Words

We named her SS Egalitarian,
fuelled her with libertarian spirit
and collectively manoeuvred along the river
wisely steering round the rocks of despair,
avoiding log-jams upstream,
keeping to ourselves, naturally
no boarders here
our company pure,
ideologically speaking of course,
untainted, ideal,
and though we steered so well
navigating this river of life,
the skin of her hull
our very words in fact,
ran out, and the
democracy of the river poured in.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com


Filed under boats, Free Verse, life, philosophy, poem, politics

Everyone – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Pulchritudinous – RDP Monday


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Of pretty things
what is the order,
is it all forensic, quartered,
or lusted gynaecology
a micro world of disjunction
that angry misogyny
looking to land a trophy
or perhaps sapio pretensions,
an inner dreamland
formed of saccharine voices,
doesn’t pretty force an and or
which leaves us at ugly
by a cruel fantasy,
an absence of truth,
yet it stares right at us,
pretty is surely the
heart of love and light
an effervescence of life
the sparkling eyes
soft words

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Paul, pvcann.com


Filed under Free Verse, life, poem

Glass Ball Poker – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Marble – RDP Sunday


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Glass Ball Poker

Dust puthered as the circle was scribed
center marked with a fat Tom Bowler
all the doogs are out,
aggies and cats eyes at the ready
tension holds the air
everyone is breathing shallow
strategies forming
a serious gamble
hopes running high,
someone will win the lot,
most will lose
perhaps their favourite,
dreams will be dashed,
glass ball poker
high roller stakes
before the siren,
life’s mnemonic.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Paul, pvcann.com



Filed under community, Free Verse, life, poem

That Ignites – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Wind – RDP Saturday


Image: found on pinterest.com


That Ignites

What is wind that we matter,
that we could see it truly
or know it closely,
but it lingers not,
instead, shifting often
and inhabiting new guises,
cheerful breeze or sullen nor-wester,
sails fill and sheets dry,
leaves all astir
as windows rattle,
gentle or angry
that’s as winds go,
but the most fearsome wind,
the most difficult of all,
besides the wind of change
a thing of beauty,
the cyclone that
ignites my mind again.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Paul, pvcann.com


Filed under Free Verse, life, mindfulness, nature, poem

Where I Am – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Solitude/Solitary – RDP Thursday


Photo: One of my favourite places, Jindalee, a true solitude as with many places in the centre.

“The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.”  Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Where I Am

Can I really bear myself
in silent quarters close,
to shut the door of every noise
allowing my mind to freely wander
and not count the cost of clocks
or the doings of productive minds,
to surrender instead to a
productive nothing,
can I trust the silence that
brings me to myself,
can I be with me,
just me,
for wherever I am,
there solitude waits.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com


Filed under bush walking, Country, Free Verse, life, meditation, mindfulness, poem, Spirituality