Susan

*The Vignette –* ©️*2023 Patrick Canganelli.*

we will meet on a distant plane
where earth and sky
coalesce
and time is frozen in
the icy hall of
what might be.
blue and green
fly by
as on a roll
of twine—
something spun
by
sisters of the wind.
Now
hold that seashell to your ear
once again
and walk past
the borders of gossamer memories
that we enfold into
a dance of
song—
a vast
long walk
by
all the portraits
of who we were.
I will whisper
in your ear
and you will know
my name forever,
and I,
well I never forgot
not even for a moment,
when you came my way.
So, here is my love forever.

—your Patrick.

I Too Am Watching

*The Velvet Sky (enhanced with PS Express.*)

Now in the dark of night
I lift my head to the deepest velvet blue
I reach out my hand
I wish to grasp the many globes floating
so high
and pull them
back to earth,
to stare at each object held beneath my eye
and I would return it
to the velvet night
oh I promise not to keep
the spheres I’ve stolen
from heaven,
I know there is a watchful eye
grading my review
of night.
I know Someone is watching—
well so am I
I too am scanning heaven
from my tenuous dock
along the lake.
well the lake, you see
reflects the velvet sky and stars,
and the planetary globes,
so I will direct my stare
to the water’s glistening mirror
of night.
you see,
I too am watching.

©️2023 Patrick Canganelli, All Rights Reserved.
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She Calls My Name

A distant call–
And she finds her way into my soul.
Adorned with auburn silk
And sable browed,
Dark peridot eyes,
Garnet lips that call my name.
Our hands join
And we travel off
To our secret chamber,
Where there is no sky but
Always-deep pools of tomorrow.

I Sing

*In the Air –* ©️*2023 Patrick Canganelli.*

I sing because the notes float in the air
and as I skip around
I reach up to pluck
the quarter-notes that hang like ripe fruit
in the rippled atmosphere
daring me to find
the tune they want to be
whispers hint
at the boldest measures
and I smile
suddenly knowing
the song.

Parmenides

Parmenides waits on the coronet
and blunders unknown
causes for the feast-
but the noxious dotes, his companions,
cannot catch a glimmer
and are well one less
than often has it.

(Excerpted from The Noumena, © 2007, Patrick Canganelli, available at Amazon.com.)
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There Is A Hollow

*Somewhere a hollow,* ©️*2010 Patrick Canganelli.*

With frosted finger tips
I glide along the frozen river’s edge
my feet are in the air
and my nose is cold
so too my ears ring
from the silence

and I will spin
my way around
through the tributaries
while the leaves still clinging
make a slideshow
of light and dark along my path

somewhere
there is a hollow
somewhere
there is a blanket of leaves
I will stop by that place
and rest my head
I will breathe cold frosty breaths
and close my eyes
and remember my frolic along
the frozen water’s edge
and I will not know the moment
of my passing
I will only
wake into a new realm
where everyone has pressed their frosty fingers
to the river’s edge
and we will dance in the bright sunshine
and think of all those who will someday join us:
along the river
through the tributaries
to the blanket of leaves
we, here, will be
waiting
for the great
rendezvous of joy.

©️2023 Patrick Canganelli, All Rights Reserved.
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A Bright Column

*Column of Light – ©️2022 Patrick Canganelli,*

some are filled with hate,
but I feel only love.
and I cannot offer anything
but great caring.
if we ever tire
of destroying everything around us,
Love will be here
hoping for a time and place,
a day in the sunlight,
perhaps,
where we can see things for what they are
perhaps we could finally
hear the whimpering and desperate child,
or notice all the mothers
whose arms are empty.
perhaps we could devise
a challenge for ourselves
to see and sense someone else,
for if we can
break the outer shell
we can
feel a child’s hand curled inside
the
once
clenched fist,
we could experience
the joy of something that
we gave,
just
turn a face away from the hot breath
that keeps souls
locked away,
at that moment
lift your eyes—
you will see Me gazing at your
wavering path
come just another step
and My voice will be the Siren’s song
but not to dash us upon the rocks
My plan is to open My arms
and call you to come forward—
My arms My heart My love,
OUR love
waits here
in a column
that will draw souls into paradise—
and all hate will disappear.
then
we will start
the
new
day.

©️2022 Patrick Canganelli, All Rights Reserved.
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The Sun Will Never End

*Our Sun Gives Itself –* ©️*2022 Patrick Canganelli.*

The Sun Will Never End
its form will change—
with
atoms, particles, cosmic rays—
our sun gives itself
to everything,
the sun is and will be
on a journey
to places unseen
and in our hearts
we will be there
undulating through the Magellanic cloud
we will ride the stars,
and drag our planets throughout
the galaxies,
and
The Sun Will Never End.

We Will Be Heard

I will fly through space
piercing the intrinsic heart
and sing to the highest order
of angels
as we await the hour of union,
we will form a wall of compassion
and march through
the multiverse,
hand in hand
voices projecting
our love
and the love of our forebears
the sounds will ring
and pass through everything everywhere,
our sounds of love
will build a crescendo
unmatched
by all other sounds
and we will be heard.

Will You Recall

*Telescoping View, © 2022 Patrick Canganelli.*

Will You Recall

what will my last day be like
who will I be with
will I know death is imminent
as my consciousness fades?

and now I want
to withdraw from this theatre of life
no more lines
no direction
just my breath
just my breath
just
my
breath

so
will anyone
remember my name?
can anyone recall my smile?

I reach out my hand
and everyone telescopes out of view
distant
fading
whispers
but I cannot understand what is said
please don’t leave,
I wish to hear you laugh
one more time
before the door is closed
before the dirt is shoveled
in on top of
me.

only moments ago
we were recalling together
the time we saw the mountains
and smelled the sea
I felt the sand between
my toes
my skin was warmed
by the sun
you were silently looking at the horizon.
the squawking gulls
hovered near by
the sun began slipping away
as I am now.
goodbye to everything I
have ever known…

and I ask,
will you recall my name?