#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge
Day 29 29.11.22
Prompt: Write a poem about truth.
Is Love Impotent? That beautiful Jew down in Palestine said to that dullard Pilate, who had never taken flight in his life, truth is how you live by the measure of love, an iteration for sure, yes, and how hard could that be, to simply love as you love , can this never be done, is love impotent? Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
Filed under Free Verse, life, love, November 2022 PAD Chapbook Challenge, Philosophy/Theology, poem
At dVerse Lisa is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write about warmth.
dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Warmly
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“How we need a another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm.” Sylvia Plath
I Never Want to Let Go Once, in my teens, an accidental encounter, a broken power cable touching the metal I was holding, filling me, so warm and tingling, I didn't want to let go, Now when I hold you it is so electric, I never want to let go. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge
Day 28 28.11.22
Prompt: Remix an earlier poem
Undone That my fingers would betray you, or that your wisps of cloth would betray me, that I would seek refuge in those ghastly tents of yesteryear as bromide for the fire in my molten heart, my consuming glow evident across the sky, leaving nothing to the imagination as I feverishly wrestle my feelings, at moment near death, the next, fully alive. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️ The original poem remixed here is Release Button
Filed under Free Verse, love, November 2022 PAD Chapbook Challenge, passion, poem
#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge
Day 27 27.11.22
Prompt: Write a resolution poem
Existential Wine Sometimes the decision as to which wine is predicated on the conscience, which seems to float into territory complicating my emotions about so many things that have distilled over the years or only hours, thoughts of childhood, the homeless, a recession, war, famine, comfort, and how did I come to this very point, why now? The wine is more existential than I initially thought, my resolve is to press on regardless, while mulling over the juice of my thoughts. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
Filed under awareness, life, November 2022 PAD Chapbook Challenge, poem
#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge
Day 26 26.11.22
Prompt: Write a rethink poem (rethink an earlier poem, a conversation, a belief etc.)
Nothing Stays The Same As the morning light warms the bay I ponder the movement of the sun as I have remembered its habits of days and seasons, though such thoughts I know to be imprecise, even a little jumbled, tangled, in my mind and as I pondered it dawned on me that I too change over days and seasons, moving as habit, though never precisely, a little jumbled and tangled, changing just as light changes especially when life is clouded or when the sun is intense, nothing stays the same, the bay is not the same as it was a few years ago and neither am I or the things I hold close. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
Filed under awareness, Free Verse, life, November 2022 PAD Chapbook Challenge, poem
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#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge
Day 25 25.11.22
Prompt: Write a serious poem
Also submitted to dVerse Poets – OLN hosted by Grace – the night we choose a poem to submit.
Is Life Always Having To Reduce To Mere Frippery? Is life always having to reduce to mere frippery, those ice cream feel good moments invoked to ward off anything approaching a taxing frown, or wrestling an unresolved disquieted question? Those ice cream feel good moments invoked as stave for anything that would reduce laughter, or wrestling an unresolved disquieted question that awakens in the recesses of my mind. As stave for anything that would reduce laughter, whatever comes to hand will do for combat that awakens in the recesses of my mind, rather than face the seriousness that perches there. Whatever comes to hand will do for combat to ward off anything approaching a taxing frown, rather than face the seriousness that perches there, is life always having to reduce to mere frippery? Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
Filed under awareness, challenge, Free Verse, life, November 2022 PAD Chapbook Challenge, Pantoum, poem
#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge
Day 24 24.11.22
prompt: Write a for [blank] poem. e.g. For the sake of the children or, forgive and forget.
For The Life Of Me For the life of me I don't understand how it remains unseen, squashed down, hidden in plain sight, covered over in the sensibilities of a small-minded, bygone era, like a tight, ill-fitting tuxedo, it looks out of place on you, O how I wish you could see it. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
Filed under awareness, Free Verse, life, November 2022 PAD Chapbook Challenge, poem, writing
#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge
Day 23 23.11.22
Prompt: write a family poem
Navigated Wreckage Mostly, the rails were true, but when the train came off it was spectacular, terror coursed our veins, my father's hands were heavy, and life became navigated wreckage. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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At dVerse Punam is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about whiskey or alcohol in some form.
dVerse Poets- Poetics – Cheers
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“Too much of anything is bad, but too much whiskey is barely enough.” Mark twain
Aphrodite In A Glass Velvet tango, slow, slow, seductive, a voluptuary, warm, smooth, the heat of soothe, to be sipped with intention, rolled around the tongue, swallowed with care, strangely, it is masculine named or geographically placed, and yet in my experience, whiskey is more subtle, feminine and called Aphrodite. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All rights Reserved ®️
Filed under Free Verse, love, passion, poem, quote
#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge
Day 22 22.11.22
Prompt: write a love poem
Love Is Love is in the mundane, it inhabits the ordinary that passes between two people, it is more that the sum of physics, surpasses metaphysics, shines brighter than any halo of the special, dines out on lunal turns, spins with the excitement of the what ifs, dwells in continents of unity, is only found in understandings rare, communicates only through the eyes, knows madness, sorrow and joy, wraps limbs, savours lips, remains uncaptured yet forever tied, love is the truest fiction made real, even just for a second. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
Filed under awareness, Free Verse, love, November 2022 PAD Chapbook Challenge, poem
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