Those Days – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

Merril at dVerse has invited us to write a piece of prose (144 words) and to include the line from Allison Adelle Hedge Coke’s ‘A Time’

dVerse Poets – Prosery


“That’s what hell must be like, small chat to the babbling of Lethe about the good old days when we wished we were dead.” Samuel Beckett.

Those Days

There’s a time and a place, but who knows when a sound, a taste, might become a portal to a golden era perfected in the mind as a pluperfect distortion approaching a kaleidoscopic experience of emotion and memory, a trickster dressed seductively in sentimental scant playing with my feelings. In those moments I feel as if I’m falling into a melliferous treacle of spreading activation that would hold me in some romanticised yesterday colonised by nostalgia and no sense of reality at all. Is this my measure of happiness, success, or progression? Is it trustworthy even in its signifiers, those signs and symbols truncated as truths embodied in codes only dreams hint at? But, when it is over, said and done, it was a time, and there was never enough of it, whatever it was. To recapture the feeling of moments is my adiction.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Filed under awareness, dreams, life, prose, quote

29 responses to “Those Days – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. Many many layers in that piece- eco ~

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  2. WOW. This is so beautiful and consuming. ❤ Very deep and layered with mystery in its essence. Stunning writing!

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  3. Often there is not enough time to even understand the blessing of what is lost behind the draperies of time passed.

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  4. Wonderful words ~ pluperfect distortion, sentimental scant, melliferous treacle ~ I sank right into your splendid prose!

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  5. I’m afraid I was distracted by the Samuel Beckett quote. I can just hear him saying it.

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  6. The layers of remembering, and did it really happen like that? Can you recapture it? Perhaps this addiction of nostalgia helps us get by and along, until there is no more time.

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    • That moment did, but the rest is a blur, and it popped up through something someone had said earlier in the eve, so nostalgia was an agent. I think it is a helpful thing, so yes, something that pops up to fill some moments. I did go on to reminisce. Thank you for sharing that Merril

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  7. The last line closing line says it all. The kaleidoscopic view of the life when everything is perceived as an illusion and staying and breathing the moment is nothing short of an addiction.

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  8. I love reading word play such as this. Well done. I hope you enjoyed writing it as much as I did reading it.

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  9. lync56

    I love this piece of prose – a truth unveiled


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