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Folded Resistance – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Language – VJs Weekly Challenge

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Folded Resistance

The folded resistance of your arms
speaks a volume loud enough for
my eyes to hear,
a clear signal of
your fullness,
there is no room for
my confection of words that
in yesterday’s moods
were understood,
floating so lightly
now leaden,
grasping,
sinking.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Dignity Reclaimed – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: Bunbury Wetlands, some kind soul had waded into the shallows to extract this shopping trolley which was rusting and missing some of its sides. Every year when the water level drops the Friends of the wetlands go in and remove the rubbish dumped there.

 

 

Dignity Reclaimed

As summer wore on
the lake became brazen
shedding her cloak,
naked,
desperate,
revealing her blemishes and scars
symbols of modern decline,
cans, bags, and a shopping trolley,
a cage of slavery now enslaved
encrusted and rusted,
yet easily excised,
and the lake,
her dignity reclaimed
by winter’s refreshing rains.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Invitation – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Subtle – VJs Weekly Challenge 54

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Invitation

Days passed
as sly glances became overt
with no response,
though no overture was proffered
she dallied by the lift
and waited by the copier,
he was oblivious
until that one day
she lingered in the cafe,
sat next to him, and
hit him with an invitation
written on her face.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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The Lines They See – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Lines They See

I leaned against a friend the other day,
they shook their leaves in welcome
though it may have been the breeze,
and we looked out at all before us and
noticed how people seemed to love
variety and creativity,
yet lived stultified in a gridded lock
like a mangled paste tube
all squeezed out,
with nothing left but
lines to follow in fruitless purchase
of who knows what,
frowning on those who live outside
the lines they see,
not realising that the
irregularities they fear to indulge
are in truth,
the very life that nurtures.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Man From Locksley – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Man From Locksley

Marians made to work inside
while sheriffs roam in Armani
through forests of towers
shards and spires,
but where is the one from Locksley?
Perchance his quiver is full,
distracted, he sates elsewhere,
while the city in torpor despairs
unrequited the Lincoln green.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Spacious – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Spacious

I once caught fire with indignation
why me?
I sweat some thoughts
with mangled mind
but nothing changed,
my mind a cinema
of replayed plots and plans,
and when I finally did let go
what once seemed weak
now felt strong
a paradox of vision,
acceptance is a messy game
both simple and complex
and yet
perceived,
the losers prize
now a brave new world
so spacious I can breathe.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Gachette – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Gadget – VJs Weekly Challenge 49

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Gachette

We fitted easily
like two well oiled cogs
in a fine instrument
always in sync and,
her catch-piece
has always been
the warmth
behind her smile.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Note: Gachette, French – catch-piece of a mechanism, Gache – staple of a lock – origin of the word gadget.

 

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We Will -a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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We Will

Rest on my heart which beats as yours
I sense the precipice on which you stand
and have stood there
as others have stood
time and again,
let me weep with your weeping
I am already washed in your flow
as you have been in mine,
rest on my shoulder as I rest on yours
and, take my hand
as I take yours
together
we will
step back and
begin again.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Never Still – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

In-Between – VJs Weekly Challenge

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Never Still

The impasse is my own
a junction of life,
my path,
a familiar and worn shoe
now uncomfortable to wear
in some ways and yet,
well, not entirely so,
but all those yesterdays
completely true
though now, while
still with no regret
a Sense of why?
But it is what it is,
what it was as now,
I’ve always been in the in-between
yet never still.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Bunyah Man -a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: abc.net.au Bunyah the farm where Les Murray one of Australia’s best known poets grew up as a child and returned as an adult many years later. A place that deeply influenced his poetry.

 

Bunyah Man

Taree was your last breath
so hard to think of a national treasure
dying ordinary in a nursing home,
what with thirty volumes
and a string of awards,
but now you’re gone,
ashes to ashes
dust to dust with
echoes of Bunyah
the Sydney Push,
conservative nomad
with ears to the ground,
a voice for the little person
and regard for the land,
the Queen’s gold medal
with just a little fame
you were large in life
and in name,
now you’re gone,
but your words remain.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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