At dVerse Bjorn is hosting Open Link Night when we choose a poem of our own to post.
dVerse Poets – Open Link Night
“You shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you mad.” Aldous Huxley
Copernicus' Chickens Copernicus' chickens had a more rounded view which squared imaginatively though yet predictably with a general view of incoherent, contradicted meaning, a union of incompatibles. Which squared imaginatively though yet cried out as dry bones yearn as metal for oil in contradicted meaning, a union of incompatibles, ever exhausted and spent in search of a truth. Cried out as dry bones yearn as metal for oil in mid combustion of ideas in danger of sticking, ever exhausted and spent in search of a truth, transcendent, and so deliciously unreal. Mid combustion of ideas in danger of sticking, predictably with a general view of incoherent, transcendent, and so deliciously unreal, Copernicus' chickens had a more rounded view. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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An interesting format, the ‘pantoum’, and I found your poem very intriguing Paul..
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I love that you’re intrigued Ivor, I don’t know where this came from, it just did. I do love the form, I find it meditative and it can take you along. Thank you.
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I’ll have to give a Pantoum a try one day, and I see how it can be a calming format…
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You must …. even fun just to play with.
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Thanks Paul, I’ll have a play and see how I go..
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No pressure 🙂 …. but seriously, looking forward to your work.
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Hmm, Copernicus’ chickens, eh? Any relation to Schrödinger’s cat?
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Mere cousins (cats) 🙂
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😀
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Couldn’t resist. I think the chickens are free thinkers.
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Sometimes a writer just has to give in to an irresistible impulse.
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Yes, the poetry has a life of its own I find.
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🙂
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My goodness this is good! 💝 Pantoum is seriously a very difficult form to execute and you have done a phenomenal job of it! Especially like; “a union of incompatibles,ever exhausted and spent in search of a truth. Cried out as dry bones yearn as metal for oil in mid combustion of ideas in danger of sticking.” 🙂
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I do love the form, I do find that it carries me along at times, and meditative. Really appreciate your response Sanaa, thank you.
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Oh this is clever, Paul. I’m seriously impressed. My head is spinning with old ‘Copper Knickers’!
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That really made me laugh 🙂
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I love the concept of Copernicus chicken’s and lead me to look up the name but found out that Copernicus was a ” Polish Astronomer ” then I thought well where do the chicken’s come in but his theory had consequences for later thinker’s of Scientific Revolution. So I see that the chicken’s had there way of thinking like me, freely and no one couldn’t tell me different. Also I searched Pantoum, now I had to do some research on this poem cause I’ve never heard any of these words ever in my life😕but I read that Pantoum was a poetic form of any number of rhyming quatrains🤓Im learning but this poem had me researching and found some thing’s that I had no idea about. Thanks for sharing this exquisite piece of work☺
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Interesting and original take on the pantoum form!
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Thank you Ingrid, I do like the form.
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I remember this form of poetry. A profound metaphor Paul.
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Thank you so much Rupali, I love the form.
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Which came first: the chicken or the egg? And why did the egg cross the road?
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Lol, for a cracking good time? I like to think they arrived together, because parallel unviverse.
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Haha, makes sense to me.
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🙂
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Chicken philosophers! Who knew?
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Lol, yes 🙂 I had an idea for Basho and pigeons.
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What was our
Rounded view?
I guess your perspective is
really shaped by where you
Think you stand,
glorious birds
the center of his purpose.
Afterall he would come out and
feed us every day, chucking softly
sounded comforts as the seeds rained
Down, he circled reverently in his bounty
“Morning little cluckers”
the center of his love,
He held us firmly
But kindly then,
“Ch Ch ch little bird”,
We would answer,
We give ourselves to thee
Great Ala King,
A twist and then on to
That higher plane
Set with delights
Corn, Sweet potatoes
And the great ocean of gravy
True what they say in cosmology
Or dinner in how you see it
It’s all about
Location, Location, Location.
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Bon Appetit Paul, I especially smiled at “delicously unreal”
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Ah, so glad to bring a smile 😉 I love your rejoinder, apparently Copernicus is rather sated.
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Well, he may have raised chickens 🤷🏻♀️☺️
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Yes, I think the household would have had them in that era 🙂 the servants would have looked after them I suppose.
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Ah yes, or as the chickens see it, the clergy? Or more likely the angels.
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The chickens know 🙂 the clergy, ha.
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😉
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Oh, I can see his chickens run around… perhaps gravitating toward his rooster 🙂
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Now that made me laugh Bjorn.
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You’ve lost me in this one – love the form though
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Simply that Copernicus’ chickens already know what he thinks he’s discovered, and the chickens are way brighter than his critics.
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