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Dropping Out
Voices competing
barista barks
our long table
clink clanks and
bustles with news,
views, requests
wood on tiles
excruciating
urgent intensities,
I let it all wash over
drifting into an under
water blub, blub blur
beyond the reef
to a much needed
Nothingness.
Copyright 2026 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under Free Verse, poem, Rest, Silence
At dVerse Mish is hosting Open Link Night – the night we choose a poem to post.
Photo: sunlighten.com
You Made An Impression
Skin is easily impressed
with tight ribbed socks
which leave their duplicate
upon the soft flesh of my calf,
a hat band does the same
so too a belt buckle
piping on a chair
dimples made by
book covers along my thighs
on warm summer days,
all make their impression
just like the indent of
your hand on my chest
as I watch you sleeping.
Copyright 2026 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under Free Verse, love, poem, relationship, Rest
Photo: jazz3311/Shutterstock found at nature.com
Refuge
After a day
days
long days
that run into each other
where the mind runs its
own great marathon,
while the heart is pumping
like steam train,
after those days
I seek refuge
slowly sipping
some tea
in the corner chair.
Copyright 2025 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under contemplative, Free Verse, life, poem, Rest, sacred
“the light is still at the still point of the turning world” T.S. Eliot
Minutes Into Days
If it never happens
then it never happens and
things just go on and on
but, now and again, when
opportunity presents an
extra moment of
intentional nothingness,
a sacred loitering
which some might call
wasting time,
even ten minutes
somehow
in a busy day is
worth an entire vacation,
as if one has entered a
time warp and
the value of minutes has
become hours, even days.
Copyright 2024 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under awareness, Epigraph, Free Verse, life, mindfulness, poem, Rest, Time
At dVerse Punam is hosting the Quadrille with an invtation to write about slumber.
dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Let’s Have A Slumber Party
“Now we sing, and do tiny dances on the kitchen floor.” Robert Bly (Waking From Sleep)
But If I Do
I know that if I never slumber
my tongue thickens
becoming a cumber
my eyes are so bleary
I weave and lumber
my shoulders weigh heavy
I stagger and blunder,
but if I do
I am younger,
I rise to life
rich with hunger.
Copyright 2024 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon
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