And Kiss the Earth

 

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Sunset Conduit – © 2013 Patrick Canganelli.

 

far to the east she rises
morning begins to burn
the hottest fire in the sky
sending great tendrils
of plasma
to lick the clouds
hot breath
blows on my face
and I absorb the energy
I will arise
to find all the moments
that await
and I will ponder all the things
I might create
the day is an embarkation
a raft to a future place
where I will pull my raft ashore
and she has traveled with me
an imperishable guide
steadily soaring above
even when I do not see
but the hours pass
and she has found a hiding place
still I know I will soon dream
and she will rise
and kiss the earth
and cover me with
that hottest energy
so hot that I can travel another day
to another place,
our souls are intertwined and I would never change it.

© 2021 Patrick Canganelli, All Rights Reserved.
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Running Down the Road

country road, Montgomery IN
Rural Road – © 2010 Patrick Canganelli.


Running down the road
long road that it was
how it tired me

catch my breath

great dust of my heels
must it travel past me

wind in the mouth
what a nauseating ear
I think my heart has stopped

ache of breast
how can I think it
can I feel it like the
strain of my calves

what a load to carry me so far

heel of the earth
what have I become

bark in my fingernail
and muddy of throat
why do I speak to the past

must bone and wood
suffer round black orbits

deep wells of timeless youth
find a moldy apple
gripped by my teeth

no muscle in my carriage
physique combated by treading
heels
now send me to Hades
my visit is past welcome
and I am the mat of the earth
once more.

-Excerpted from The Noumena book of poetry by Patrick Canganelli, available on Amazon.

© 2007 Patrick Canganelli. All rights reserved.

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Is There A Day

A Song We Sing


Is there
a Time
and Place
where I could speak
whatever is in my heart,
and others would say it was a song
a lyric
generated by my soul
and like music
it is something to share

Is there a special ground
upon which I might stand
and declare, unencumbered,
a feeling that I have—
a feeling that others soon realize
is a note of magic and truth
and something we need to sing
to each other
and to ourselves?

is there a way
to touch
the hearts of others,
all others
not just the ones I see?

I want to find this time
this place
this heart,
and sing my song
and help
the helpless
and start a new beginning
from this day forward
let us sing in unison
of love
and warmth
and caring
and giving
to each other
everything we need,
each in turn
until
the light is gone
and the purple night
lulls us all to sleep,
knowing we will awaken
in a time of joy.

© 2021, Patrick Canganelli, All Rights Reserved.

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God Is Smiling

a rose in bloom WL Indiana
A Rose – © 2006 P. Canganelli.


so, now

observe the thick rose blossom

peel back each petal,

layer upon layer

your search engenders a heady scent

the softness is a marvelous delicate moment.

eager to continue

you move to the core

and with the petals all gone

what did you expect

but there He is,

God is smiling,

looking

through the layers

of who you have been

and the scented trail you left behind,

we are like the rose

peeled back to the core

God is patiently watching as we arrive.

© 2020 Patrick Canganelli, All Rights Reserved.

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The Spirit Can Soar

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Snowflakes On Us All – © 2018 Patrick Canganelli.


the world is such a sad place
at times
but bright white snowflakes fall on our noses
in the deep of night
do they not?
and with the falling rain
we are renewed.
run around an open field
on a golden autumn day
and tell me
you’ve almost forgotten
the oppressive summer nights.
I know the heart can hurt
but the spirit
can also soar
and ascend to heady mountaintops
the height of the world
can be reached,
the thoughts of despair
can be left behind.
let us run into the ocean spray
let us gather at first light
and sing
of joy
and laughter
and come together
to celebrate what we have—
let us know
the moment of birth
is hope
for a gentle soul,
in the hour
of misery
we can shout
to the far heaven,
a land we dream of—
a great land where we are headed.
bow our heads
and then look up into the shining
white.
let the love in
and it will push out
the saddest times,
and bright white snowflakes will fall
on us all.

© 2020 Patrick Canganelli, All rights reserved.
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A Cloud of Love

A Cloud of Love
A Cloud of Love – © 2020 Patrick Canganelli.

love is never diminished when given freely,
it is only expanded, compounded, and unfolding
until it encompasses
everything
I and We will give until
our hearts burst,
but bursting forward and outward and everywhere
expanding
and compounding
until
every sad child
every broken heart
and every tear shed
is healed
and burning with desire
to give freely,
like a cloud of electrons floating above a shining metal sphere,
a cloud of love
encircling the earth.

© 2020 Patrick Canganelli, All rights reserved.
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Swoop and Sail

 

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Flock of birds – © 2020 Patrick Canganelli.

 

 

a flock of birds dancing in the blue sky
every one turning in unison
entrainment in flight
creating a new entity,
disbanded at nightfall,
but they and it
will return
and you and I will
witness
the dotted sky
a projection
of what we will be
someday.
hold on tight
and we will swoop
and sail,
to where the light
always shines.

© 2020 Patrick Canganelli, All rights reserved.
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Not Just the Snow

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Not Just the Snow – © 2020 Patrick Canganelli.

I am going off to war
to a far place.
I have never been
away from my village.
well here I am.
the sun is the same
but nothing else is recognizable.
we have our orders
and we begin to ascend the hillside
we are to engage the enemy—
what enemy?
how can a foe be someone I’ve never seen?
progress is slow
trudging through this incline of rock
and newly fallen snow.
a sharp whistle
rings through the air,
I cannot breathe.
I fall without warning
my legs have left me
I turn to get up
but I cannot
I see my blood pour into the snow
sounds are faint
and
I am growing cold
the air is thin.
I cannot tell you
how I wish I were home
next to the hearth
while you carefully place the trivet.
I try to breathe
my chest gurgles
your beautiful hair
the smell of scones
my brothers charging all around me now
that strange whistle again
a soft thud near me
oh the fragrant tea
if it could warm me now
you’re humming old favorite aires.
why am I here
I forget
did I ever know?
how was our love
not enough?
it was for us.
I cannot keep the tears away
I am thinking of you,
after all
I am here to ‘keep
our way of life’
to shutter you from
the hate
and aggression,
but I have failed,
my day was lost
before I hit the snow
if I could but kiss your face…
instead I see the lights going out
all around me
friends are falling
how will we keep
the world safe
I hear faint crunching boots
but I am weak,
my face is pressed into the cold
at their feet.
will I see you again
my love?
my prayer is whispered
faint swirls of vapor barely escape
my lips,
a quick sip of tea
and I will gather with my fallen comrades.
so when I’m gone,
please keep me in your heart,
for not just the snow has fallen.

© 2020 Patrick Canganelli, All rights reserved.
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Time Has Stopped

� 2006, Patrick Canganelli.
Time Has Stopped – © 2006, Patrick Canganelli.

 

time has stopped
and
the stars of heaven are reflected in the water.
the river is not flowing
it is transformed into a mirror.
but I can peer into its depths
past the surface,
and I see the stars have become mica dust
spilled all through the motionless stream
the stones in the bed are rare clouds
between the sparkles
and
I can no longer discern
where heaven and earth are separated.
I am caught in between
the sky
and the depths,
I feel as if my soul
is a conduit.
I do not want the old mill wheel
to begin again
but I know it will.
soon the momentum in our hearts
will push upon the paddles
upstream
and the mill
will start up again
we will become as grist
speckled with mica
and thrown across the stream.
we, transformed,
will be the
reflection
of the stars
and we will be strewn amongst
the rocks,
there for other timeless travelers
to
marvel at.

© 2020 Patrick Canganelli, All rights reserved.
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