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Hungering – poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJ’s Weekly Challenge – Waves

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“Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.” Alexander Pushkin

Hungering

Day's hours slowed to soft sand and
she marked the moments of deep longing 
for sunset by the cool, summer shoreline,
breakers crashing the encrusted rocks,
punctuated by the scree of grey gulls,
she turned to him again, hungering,
greedy for the waves to wash over her
and carry her to the crest of ecstasy.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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Only We – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – I’m learning (together we grow)

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“Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.” Rumi

Only We

Even together we are incomplete, incongruous,
unlikely conspirators in the mystery of life,
betrayed by a singularity poised by suspicion
and a boundaried protection of all that is sole,
the furnace of time smelts a truth of other 
in the wrestling and wrangling of all that is plural,
where the sense of oneness is shared in other,
and where autumn leaves and summer sun, tiny wrens,
moments of wonder, kisses and home truths, shared 
dreams and existential questions would hold no 
meaning, besides, with who would I share these
seeming pathetic vignettes, only we make meaning
of these ordinary treasures.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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More – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Urge

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“Some of the jam we thought was for tomorrow, we’ve already eaten.” Tony Benn

More

So hot,
the toast is steaming,
melting the thick slices of butter
into savoury pools, wafting its 
salty aroma as I layer juicy, 
thick, blackberry jam in all its
decadent sweetness,
rolling round my tongue,
dripping down my chin,
tantalising my senses,
eliciting divine sighs,
O' my goodness, the
urge to have another.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Reper-cussions – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Repercussions

Photo: The dove who got into the house but sadly hit the window attempting a way out.

“Death is not the opposite of life but a part of it.” Haruki Murakami

Reper-cussions

Soft percussion tears,
sombre funeral beat,
who will mourn her
choice of passage or
dare to judge the
repercussion that is 
her ending or, perhaps,
her beginning, this dove 
at peace, but it was I who 
left the door ajar and the
window closed.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Professional Liars – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Threes

Vj has invited us to succinctly write in threes, so either three words, or three lines of three words.

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“Politicians are the same all over. They promise to build a bridge even where there is no river.” Nikita Khrushchev

Professional Liars

Politicians,
disingenuous
liars.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Je m’accuse (I Accuse Myself) – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – The Other side

VJ has invited us to write from the other side, which involves us reflecting and writing from a perspective of ourselves.

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“Self-doubt imprisons those that never overcome it.” Obiora Embry

Je m'accuse (I Accuse Myself)

The darkened cell shrinks and enlarges 
with every swing of the yellowed light
overhead while my hands are restless
upon the greasy table as my narrowed 
eyes stare back at me, interrogating my 
every emotion, there is nowhere to hide,
I know myself even when I don't, at 
least I know that which I most want to 
deny of myself; what is this rage that
coddles within me when it suits, to
justify my wounded, fragile self, by 
hurting others, of this I accuse myself,
of this I absolve myself, I reach for 
water and begin again.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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And I Float – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – What pulls on your soul?

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“You are an aperture through which the universe is looking at and exploring itself.” Alan Watts

And I Float

Where the wild iris blooms by itself,
in the deep forest of my unmask,
where my heart runs white water,
my mind surrenders to gladsome song.

In the deep forest of my unmask
all attachment falls to the ground,
my mind surrenders to gladsome song,
and I float as a peace dove sails.

All attachment falls to the ground,
its redemption uncertain in this humous,
and I float as a peace dove sails,
a feathered turtle in the sands of time.

Its redemption uncertain in this humous
where my heart runs white water,
a feathered turtle in the sands of time
where the wild iris blooms by itself.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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And Yet – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Heartwarming

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“It is not important what is said, what is important is what is heard.” Jeffrey Fry

And Yet

Miniature horses on cancer wards,
rescue dogs in nursing homes,
kittens pulled from drains and
ducklings fit for ooh and ah,
selfless gifting on the streets,
a kidney given for who it fits
and pay it forward everywhere,
warms the hearts of everyone,
but, more than that, at least for me,
true heartwarming is the least of these,
more a simple thank you, even hello,
even more, an unsolicited "I forgive you"
and yet, "I hear you" really undoes me
to my very core.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Half Mast – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Embarrassing Moments

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“Nobody notices when your zipper is up, but everyone notices when it’s down.” Cynthia Lewis

Half Mast

I'm not much for flags,
something about a narrowing view
that addles the best minds and,
like a dog's territorial spray,
borders a fantasy about things
supposedly owned, and I was 
making this point over a jar or two,
when someone said, yours isn't 
flying too well, you're half mast,
and I zippered in a laughing hell.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Her Warrior Code – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Warrior

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“She wasn’t looking for a knight, she was looking for a sword.” Atticus

Her Warrior Code

In the fog faintly came a path,
a clarity of who into doing,
born of the finest of blades,
a natal instinct so sharp it
would pass through love
unharmed, undivided, yet
the slightest sting, the steely 
eye, the voiced tone, just as the 
cradle rocked out she desired 
to nail the dissonance
arraigned against her sacrifice
of flesh to breath for a 
posterity of loved immortality,
birthed in a raw need to  not
be alone in the rags of polished
lies of promises long laughed
as known deceptions of self
flaunted as normal, but no,
she floated past the asphyxia
and sliced through the harm
laden treacle of judgement,
her warrior code carrying her
sacred child to templed life.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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