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We Learned To bend – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Compromise – RDP Thursday

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“Love without sacrifice is like theft.” Nassim Nicholas Taleb

 

We learned To Bend

There is a oneness
that we found or,
perhaps, we made
of each other,
smoothing those edges
colouring the other,
what’s mine is yours
those worldly goods
some stayed and
some went,
we evolved together
and, on the shape
the colour,
the style or fad,
we learned to bend
more than a little
without breaking the
integrity that
held the core of us.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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The Hungering – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Hungry – RDP Tuesday

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The Hungering

Those every minutes
the essence of time
ever pressing in on
the fondness of heart
like threads,
constricting
always conscious of the
second hand intruding
with the grief of lonely hours
and furtive meetings for solace,
hungering for each other
as if we’d been apart for
a very long time.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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A Right Pickle – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Pickle – RDP Sunday

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Graphic: pulpcovers.com

 

A Right Pickle

Unlike the rest of the flesh show,
she was interesting
so I decided to strike a conversation,
of course,
but as I approached
the bartender scowled at her
and she ran off,
I followed
up the stairs
along the hall
where she ran into a room,
when I got there
she was out on the ledge
as I reached out to grab her
too late did I see her gun
and only then did I realise
I was in a right pickle.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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The Ancient Quadrilateral – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Kite – RDP Saturday

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The Ancient Quadrilateral

He stood on the rise
loosened his tie and just ran
remembering those days when
his mother and father
lived an angry indifference
that had drawn him here,
to the four winds
who’d encouraged him,
conversing about the ancient quadrilateral
of brown paper and string
that would take him to lost realms
of heart and mind,
he flew here regularly
his laughter lighting the darkness
of everyone near.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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You Couldn’t Wait – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Thief – RDP Wednesday

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You Couldn’t Wait

I was ready to bleed for you
but you couldn’t wait
you crept in and
stole my heart
incarcerated in your beauty.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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One Leaf – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Rus-in-urbe – RDP Saturday

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Photo found at desertedplaces.blogspot.com – An abandoned building complex in Taiwan.

 

One Leaf

One leaf led to another
conquering brick and board,
game of thorns
crowned with victory
one vine to rule them all,
as one jungle gave way to another
concrete was dressed in green,
where the Axminster once lay
nature came gently through my door.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Rus-in-urbe is a Latin term for rural or country in the city or urban scape.

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Beautiful Again – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Spray – RDP Monday

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Beautiful Again

Bricks thirsty
the building dejected, lonely,
divorced from the life once given
in architectural matrimony
a fidelity now forsaken as
adultery claims newer, younger designs,
so, she tries
and puts on some makeup
over the tired foundation
offending some with her
bold and gaudy style,
while others tut-tut
complaining that she hasn’t
done it right,
too random,
too modern,
reckless,
uncouth,
some smile warm, welcome smiles
and greet her as an old friend
refreshed, lively, and
beautiful again.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Note: I think I might be alone in the world but I applaud Graffiti, sanctioned or otherwise, I find art anarchy refreshing. But there is a distinction between graffiti and tagging. Tagging is simply names, numbers and codes for those claiming a tag challenge on public property and it is not art, whereas Graffiti is art.

Paul, pvcann.com

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Tuning A Clarinet – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Tune – RDP Sunday

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Tuning A Clarinet

She carefully put the mouthpiece
to her lips
and blew gently
her warm breath filling the barrel,
while her fingers pressed lower down
to raise a deep note
circulating the air
so that the blackwood swelled
giving a higher note
the instrument now ready.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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The Longest Walk – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Walk – RDP Saturday

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Photo: The Hull River, NT, usually a dry river, but a raging torrent if heavy rains come, behind me is Lasseter’s Cave.

 

The Longest Walk

Days of dehydrated confusion
heat boiling my blood
the camels had bolted
their pegs loosed and broken
and only the Pitjantjatjara people
knew what to do,
they led me along the Hull River
to the Tjunti soak
and put me in a cave
shaded, watered, and fed,
Old Wart watched over me
while the old women brought me food.
But that reef is calling
and I’m so fevered for gold,
barely able to stand
I set off yet again
driven, determined,
maddened,
but little did I know, though,
in my bones I sensed it,
this next short walk
would be my longest.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Note: Lasseter, who alleged that at 17 yrs he’d found a 16 km gold reef in the outback, came to grief on his expedition in 1931 to reestablish its whereabouts. His companions were away and he was alone when his camels spooked and bolted, taking the water and food with them. The local indigenous found him nearly dead, and cared for him, laying him up in a small cave on the Hull river. Weakened, he set off on foot again, walking 55 kms eastwards and collapsed and died. He was 51 yrs old.

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The Key – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Key – RDP Monday

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The Key

Sun kissed
petals undone
you opened in the warmth
and rejoiced
moist,
glassy,
smooth and
sweetly perfumed,
unfurling before me,
raw, naked,
beautiful,
my tender caress
the key.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul,  pvcann.com

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