Copernicus’ Chickens – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“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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37 responses to “Copernicus’ Chickens – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. An interesting format, the ‘pantoum’, and I found your poem very intriguing Paul..

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  2. Hmm, Copernicus’ chickens, eh? Any relation to Schrödinger’s cat?

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  3. sanaarizvi

    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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  4. Oh this is clever, Paul. I’m seriously impressed. My head is spinning with old ‘Copper Knickers’!

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  5. 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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  6. Interesting and original take on the pantoum form!

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  7. I remember this form of poetry. A profound metaphor Paul.

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  8. Which came first: the chicken or the egg? And why did the egg cross the road?

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  9. Chicken philosophers! Who knew?

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  10. 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.

    😉

    Bon Appetit Paul, I especially smiled at “delicously unreal”

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  11. Oh, I can see his chickens run around… perhaps gravitating toward his rooster 🙂

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