A Soft Resting – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Work is not always required. There is such a thing a sacred idleness.” George Macdonald

A Soft Resting

I saw a remnant of myself,
something rusted, coiled, 
protruding from the earth
along the soft worn trail,
a spring long distended,
slack, spent, uncoiled from
its tight appointment held
in expectation of a downward,
pressured self, an overloaded
moment, surrendered to
release of a soft resting
along the quieter path set
apart from synthetic
acceptability of an imaginary,
plausible, path.


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Immeasurable – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Wholeness is not achieved by cutting off a portion of one’s being, but by the integration of the contraries.” Carl Jung

Immeasurable 

The curious arises with
an interesting question,
how is healing measured,
this is the narrative
suspended in the moment,
an unbounded possibility,
with time behind us asleep,
and an awakened energy
before us, the search for 
an answer returns in open-
ended imagination beyond
inherited understandings,
stopping briefly in that place
of my gentle acceptance,
through which all things 
made whole are immeasurable. 


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I Knew I Wouldn’t Worry – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“People become attached to their burdens sometimes more than the burdens are attached to them.” George Bernard Shaw

I Knew I Wouldn't Worry Right before I left I knew I wouldn't worry, I left things like this to get further away, to inhabit the world so very differently, while at the same time beginning to fade. I left things like this to get further away from the static tradition of meaning, while at the same time beginning to fade, the pressures falling away yet still there. From the static tradition of meaning, multiple temporalities spoil its meaning, the pressures falling away yet still there, begging the question as to its purpose. Multiple temporalities spoil its meaning, to inhabit the world so very differently begging the question as to its purpose, right before I left I knew I wouldn't worry. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights…

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Knowing – Haibun – by Paul Vincent Cannon

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At dVerse frank is hosting Haibun, with an invitation to write about August.

dVerse Poets – Haibun – August

Video: One of the many cascades along Lesmurdie Brook, Mundy Regional Park.

“In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.” Albert Camus

Knowing

The land lies like sodden clumps of wool as winter inexorably crawls towards spring and the hope of warmth tantalisingly held out like an olive branch. This has been a winter of winters, unseen for decades, with icy winds and robust storms aplenty. I took shelter for the most part, unlike previous years when winter seemed more like autumn, which seemed like summer.

This winter has left an indelible mark on me like no other. It offered me reflection and hallowed retreat from the tempest. I have waited for emergence like a chrysalis opening to the world, seeking sacred islands…

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Choosing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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At dVerse Sarah is hosting poetics with an invitation to write about Persephone.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Persephone

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“Persephone had it right. If you mustgo, might as well take all of spring with you.” Cathy Lin Che

Choosing

They say you traded innocence
for pomegranates, such was the
twinkle in your eye as you untied 
the umbilical cord, being very careful
to bless the shadowy scapegoat of
your choosing should you be
discovered as desiring not one, 
but the best of both worlds,
always wanting to be there, then
here, never settled, unable to be
complete unless in transit,
blaming your heart's captors
rather than admitting your fears,
seeking the sun while living in your 
own shadow for all but yourself to see.


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NEVER BURN YOUR HANDS ON THE SOUP BOWL AGAIN

Here is a great thing to have near the microwave.  Also makes a great DIY gift for those who have crafty skills.

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Horizon

Dawning Creations

I smell the raw, earthly scent of this lake
smell the brine
smell the salt flake off of the fish
smell the cottony fallen feathers
fallen frivolously off the fowl

I feel a sense of home
a sense of being sane
Haven’t felt sane or the same
Haven’t felt
Sane

A tickle with each breeze
Hair not irritating my cheeks
It’s gentle like a lover’s caress.

The twilight sky readying me for the night.
Sky paints color on a black canvas
Off white stars speckle the backdrop

All is quiet
If only I could ignore
the fools galavanting on the pier

It’s silent as they dissolve
into the horizon
The end of the pier is immediate
Behind me, an evanescence with the fools and fowl.

I’m one with the dramatic horizon.
He is dotting his last bit
the part of sky becoming orange and pink

I’m caught up
feeling modestly…

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