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His Kind Hands - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
His Kind HandsEvery time I hearsomeone,anyone, who in silenceor worddeclares a need,I feel yourhand with minereaching out,a liftthe spare dining tableraking leavesfive dollarsfive minutes,it’s what anyone would doit’s what we do you said,looking after theworld one kindnessat a time. Copyright 2026 ©️Paul Vincent CannonAll Rights Reserved ®️
A Tanka by Paul Vincent Cannon
Image by Jeanine from Pixabay none of you live herekangaroos are grey or redif you did live here soft fawn fawn of the forestyou’d herald new beginnings Copyright 2026 ©️Paul Vincent CannonAll Rights Reserved ®️
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Being Watched - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Mish is hosting Open Link Night – the night we choose a poem to post. dVerse Poets – OLN Photo: taken July 19, 2025 at 7.20 a.m. Looking east to East Augusta across the Blackwood River. Being WatchedI see teens riding pastrunners of every descriptionan older woman with a frameanother on her gophera couple with dog leading,several cars one with a boat in tow,a neighbour mowingsome…
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Root Bound - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: Taken in 2021 in the Beelu National Park at Lesmurdie Falls. The tree is actually alive. Root BoundEvery so oftenI pass a grand old treewhose bark is rough dishevelled in need of a comb,whose branches twirl and bendwith a canopy sparse,whose roots are likeancient tentaclesreaching out into the earthrising and falling loopingentwined ina sea of soil,and where there are gapsI see myself…
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Between - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Dora is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem that centres around the night. For more detail or to join in, follow the link below. dVerse Poets – Poetics – “MyGod it’s Full of Stars” Photo: one of the many trails in the Beelu National Park that I have walked. This photo taken in August 2018. BetweenHave you ever noticed how quiet the forest is at night,how the sky speaks…
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Nothingness - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
For Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge No. 73, bussokuseki Colleen is inviting us to write a bussokuseki. Image by Kanenori from Pixabay Form: bussokuseki (5-7-5-7-7-7) Nothingnessnight dream crescent floatsfills the horizon of heartsawakens desireconsciousness searches the expanseknowing nothing permanentghost moon illusion prevails. Copyright 2026 ©️Paul Vincent CannonAll Rights Reserved ®️
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What's Your Poison - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Li is hosting the Quadrille (44 words sans title) with an invitation to write a poem using some form of the word puff. dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Light Burst Of Air Photo: found at https://marinewaters.fish.wa.gov.au What's Your Poison?That first timeexcited, conversationssetting sun sea water wafting,jetty boards wornsmooth like soap barsslippery when wet,fishy fingers loading…
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Just A Reed - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: nbcnews.com Just A ReedHave you ever watchedreeds in the windthey have no strengththey’re loose and pliableno spine,the wind determineswhich way they face -and when the wind swirlsreeds oblige, whipped and rippedtorn and bruisedthey are at the mercy of the wind,yesterday a reed diedhaving surrendered willingly to the prevailing darkness. Copyright 2026 ©️Paul Vincent CannonAll Rights…
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Minding My Tongue - Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon
Image by Melanie from Pixabay Minding My Tongue When I go to the city there’s a house I pass most times. A house that would be better suited to the English countryside. A manor house with sweeping lawns and grand gardens, weeping willows and little indigenous flora to speak of. The driveway too is grand with wrought iron gates and brick pillars which continue across the whole frontage, but…
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Together - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: Diary of Photography at pexels.com TogetherToday was a daisy chain of loveeach one carefully foldedinto the other,holding fastwhile letting gosupportingnever clinging,together we daredto dream of tomorrow. Copyright 2026 ©️Paul Vincent CannonAll Rights Reserved ®️
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Tufted - Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: one of the many grass weeds known as “Rats Tail” or “Tuft Grass” this grew sideways from between a pot and the paving. Tufted When is a weed not a weed? Some weeds are pretty, some are plain. Many are tenacious, like the one I discovered growing sideways between the paving and a large pot. In my experience life requires tenacity, especially when it sends us sideways. As my days roll on…
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A Tanka by Paul Vincent Cannon
Image by xarkamx from Pixabay Form: Tanka (5-7-5-7-7) disappointing truthsthe market has no moralsbillionaires onlywar and politics decidethe rest are disposable Copyright 2026 ©️Paul Vincent CannonAll Rights Reserved ®️Originally posted for #TankaThursday - markets, at @pvcannon.bsky.social
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Windows Of Opportunity - Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: taken in Kirup State Forest, 2024. Jarrah tree still alive, hole is from a bushfire some years ago. Windows Of Opportunity There is a certain exhaustion in living, holding up the sky, longing to forge the intimacy of closely held dreams, feeling dizzy from ever decreasing circles of speeding life and all its demands. That is not to say there is no joy, rather, the reality is that life’s…
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No Longer Chasing - a Tanka Puente by Paul Vincent Cannon
For Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge No. 72, Tanka Puente Colleen has invited us to practice our tanka Puente poetry so we’re ready to submit to the anthology. This form works best if you choose your theme first. Opposites also work well with this form. I’ll give you an optional theme, but you can write something else if you wish. Image by Kriss Chen from Pixabay Form: Tanka Puente (two stanzas…
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Sutures Of Time - Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: taken at Bremer Bay, 2024. Sutures Of Time I remember. How could I ever forget. The first taste of disappointment, the first feeling of fear, anger, the smorgasbord of inner bruisings I didn’t choose, and never suited my palate. Subsumed like granite under waves. On the edge of being swept away. Experiences excoriated, like a cat o’ nine down my back, welted and calloused. I no longer…
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Restoration Land - Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: Taken April 2025 – Lake Campion Nature Reserve near Nungarin. Restoration Land I know the cold will claim us, the mud will infiltrate everything, and indeed the mud will hitch a ride home and though the pressure hose will remove the visible some of it will cling to the hidden parts of the chassis, will hide in the crevice of my hiking boots. In that sense I bring myself to this place and…
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Haiku by Paul Vincent Cannon
Taken in Kirup State Forest – if the sound is up you can hear the breeze and crows in the background, it had been raining and later the sun popped out for while warming my back. Form: Haiku (5-7-5) winter trail sunlightwisps of tender juicy shootstoday free of pain Copyright 2026 ©️Paul Vincent CannonAll Rights Reserved ®️