dVerse Poets – Poetics – Order, Order!
Laura at dVerse has invited us to consider the noun form of order.
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“The order that our mind imagines is like a net, or like a ladder, built to attain something. But afterward you must throw the ladder away, because you discover that, even if it was useful, it was meaningless.” Umberto Eco
A Different Order
It doesn’t begin until the magpie sings in the night
perhaps in September or late in October,
and summer is wrapped in six months
while winter dips into spring
and sometimes brings rain in both,
as it is for me that I might or
might not of anything or everything,
should it matter and,
even if it did,
would it really if I just didn’t?
And, even if it proved to be so,
I have a different drum
that beats strange.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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I like the strange beating drum at the end.
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Thank you Frank, I wanted to be more than a different drum, and that really fitted my sense of this – well, self.
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Walking to the beat of your own drum. Why not?
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The other is so unattractive really, and I’m fairly strange 🙂 so when it came up it made sense, thank you Chris.
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Well written, Paul
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Many thanks Michael.
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Always with a great pleasure, Paul! Thank you too.
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🙂
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The Eco epigraph sets you off on a wonderful play of words and deconstructing how we think of order as even the seasons disobey sometimes! Am in love with this line
“It doesn’t begin until the magpie sings in the night”
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Thank you so much Laura. That line is often in my mind, from the wait for winters end, and so welcome as a sound.
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We all walk to the rhythm of our own beat. Always a pleasure to read your work, Paul.
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Thank you for that Megha, that is wonderful to hear.
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Ahhhhh beautiful poem!
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Thank you so much.
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I have an associative reaction to this poem completely unrelated to its content. “A Different Order” reminds me of my dad saying many times that angels are a separate order of being. Every time he heard “Teen Angel” on the radio, he would get very exasperated.
Now that I’ve read it a second time, I think it has almost a Prufrockian quality.
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I smiled because I get that, though not concerned as he was, and I can see the connection. Thank you for sharing that insight Liz.
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You’re welcome, Paul. To this day, I have the urge to correct people when they write poems and stories of the dear departed turning into angels and flying up to heaven–but I don’t, because that would be pedantic and rude. 😉
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Yes, if life were that simple, but yes, you’d perchance run out of friends, well, maybe 😉
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😀
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So true of you and yes a good point – great poem challenging
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Thank you so much Lyn.
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I like the strange drum. More interesting.
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And if it resonates (pun intended) it is clearly yours too, which I suspect to be true 🙂 thank you Tracy.
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🙂 Boom, boom. You’re very welcome, Paul.
PS. I have been watching Basil Brush on youtube. Great for a laugh if you need one. Just thought I would throw that in there.
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I have always loved Basil Brush, I must go and reminisce 🙂 I could do with a laugh for sure. and thank you Tracy.
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Such fine writing. I’d love to know more about how you came to write poetry.
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I played about a little over the years writing periodically. I was searching for my voice. I think in mature years it gelled for me, and most especially when I returned to reading poetry and felt more connected. But the back story is finding that voice in terms of spiritual awareness, political disdain, and social and ecological conscience, I found a way to say what I couldn’t say so creatively in other forms. Well that’s a potted short response. You’ve inspired me to work on my intro page.
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I appreciate your wisdom here. Finding voice—at least for me—is a lifelong process. I still don’t embrace very tightly the identity of poet, though I am most inspired by lyrical thinking! Thanks so much for the conversation.
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Thank you for the opportunity to share, much appreciated.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you so much Charles 🙂
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Happy to share, Paul!! Be safe out there??
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You too, it sounds terrible in parts of the US
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