dVerse Poets – Meeting the Bar: Critique and Craft – Stream Of Consciousness Writing.
Grace at dVerse has invited us to write a poem using the literary device – stream of consciousness writing.
“…. and it came harshly to me that this garden was the world and from the world there would be no hiding.” Kathleen Kent
Better Landscapes So then, contrary Mary, just how does your garden grow because if it doesn't then it can't and it mightn't so it won't of all the snails and slaters stacked against a positive outcome yours is the garden of doomed delight that folds into a waste of darkness provoked by the mainstreet philosophers of botanic fright and no amount of haute hort will save it or you for that matter as the slugs of life engulf you, ignoring the trivia of your self-summation, desiring far better landscapes of the heart. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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What a delight and ah, how I love this ending, “desiring
far better landscapes of the heart.”
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Thank you so much Victoria, I am thrilled I’d was delightful.
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Going to be one of my favorites … ‘no amount of haute hort will save it or you’ is priceless! Cheers.
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Thank you you Helen, really appreciate your encouraging words.
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I try to avoid those “main street philosophers”, but I love your gardens and your stream of thought!
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Yes horrible lot, always baying. Thank you Beverly.
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Great fun and love the dig at high minded horts!
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I’m glad that came out so clearly, thank you very much for sharing.
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I love this! Great rhythm here and such an enjoyable, thrilling read. You write a wonderful stream of consciousness verse. Utter brilliance in this piece, it’s very fun and entertaining.
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I am really taken with your response, thank you so much Lucy, and I am thrilled it has spoken in that way.
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😊
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Not sure I get this one – too deep and profound for me
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🙂
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Nice, I so like the twist in this poem.
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Thank you Grace.
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as the slugs of life
engulf you, ignoring the trivia of
your self-summation, desiring
far better landscapes of the heart.
Your poem endings are wonderful Paul. I love this one. I must remember the image of the “Slugs of Life” … they seem to be all around us these days!
dwight
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Yes, they’re everywhere, sadly, many thanks for this Dwight, appreciated.
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You are welcome, Paul.
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Here’s my favorite line: “yours is the garden of doomed delight.”
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Yes, the inanity of ego, thank you for that Liz.
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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I always like verse that begins with a question–and what a good one this is! (K)
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Thank you so much for that, much appreciated 🙂
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What a wonderful wordy rant, Paul!
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I do love a good rant too, thank you Chris 🙂
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
WHOA! GOOD STUFF STREAMING HERE!
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Many thanks Jonathan.
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Yes, the last line is – also in my opinion – great perfection. Michael
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Many thanks for that Michael 🙂
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:-))
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Goodness this is breathtakingly beautiful!! 💝
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Thank you so much much, such a lovely response 🙂
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Beautiful!
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Many thanks Ruben
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