Monthly Archives: September 2021

Punctuated Tight – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Following through from Monday’s dVerse challenge on writer’s block, which is an interesting topic, and a less interesting experience, though mine have been few and very short lived.

Photo: found at writersroom51.com

“If you get stuck, get away from your desk. Take a walk, take a bath, go to sleep, make a pie, draw, listen to music, meditate, exercise; whatever you do don’t just stick there scowling at the problem.” Hilary Mantel

Punctuated Tight

At 7.30 something was brewing strong,
but it slid into white space at the edge of my mind,
a word intermittently blinked as my wiring fizzled,
shorting out at 7.35 and my distended sigh was a
moan of grief for the lost sentence, words, unfound,
blurring into the grey distance , my muse was mute
lost in a deep, foggy, field somewhere, I don't know
where, no scheme or rhyme occurred, no stanza
arose, I was punctuated tight and ungrammared long,
the full-stop appeared as a welcome revelation,
that all had ceased, my literary boat becalmed.


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For The Best – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“You must work – we must all work to make the world worthy of its children.” Pablo Casals

For The Best

The child was starving so we made
a cake that only we could eat,
the child was suffering, so we offered
offered solutions in our double speak
buried so deep as to never see the 
light of day; the child was traumatised 
so we asked her to tell her story,
and tell it until we were gratified by
the salacious details of unfolding 
horror; the child was broken so we
asked how she could fix our 
consciences; the child needed 
support so we provided funding to
those who needed luxury cars and
dental plans, who wrote fictions about 
the child so that sequels could be
anticipated, and in the advent of  a
second mortgage, to ask a high fee. 
The child died and everyone congratulated 
themselves on how they had saved 
their lifestyle. Besides, it was for the 
best, just imagine living with that 
amount of trauma and suffering.


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i – Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Frank is hosting Haibun with an invitation to write about writer’s block.

dVerse Poets – Haibun – Writer’s Block

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“You can’t think your way out of a writing block; you have to write yourself out of a thinking block.” John Rogers

i

The screen mocked my every thought, the arctic white page blinding my eyes as snow on a sunny day, making me squint in the hope of a direction even though I cannot see where I am going. The page an abstracted projection, a freudian note to myself that the page was mirroring my inner malaise of lost consciousness. The page was not unfriendly, we dined together as always. It’s just that the ideas flew past at the speed of sound, refusing to land in my mind. Even the dictionary drowned in my thoughtless fug. But, mercy be, there was the letter i and I’m sticking with that.

circling the blank page
my mind in another room
the curlew calls me


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Escaping – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.” Soren Kierkegaard

Escaping 

Things seem to be slowly unravelling in our time,
the long drawn out threads of a life collapsed,
disrupted by emergent disordered possibilities
calling us ever onwards beyond our antinomies.

The long drawn out threads of a life collapsed
could awaken us to a new vitality beyond despair,
calling us ever onwards beyond our antinomies,
past the catastrophic loneliness of sensibility.

Could awaken us to a new vitality beyond despair,
escaping the melancholia of the world's end,
past the catastrophic loneliness of sensibility,
onwards to the chaos of an improvised life.

Escaping the melancholia of the world's end,
disrupted by emergent disordered possibilities,
onwards to the chaos of an improvised life,
things seem to be slowly unravelling in our time.


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Autumn Past – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: the big prune.

“There is no way of making a hedge grow like pruning it.” Alan Watts

Autumn Past

Autumn past I pruned the melaleucas hard
and the birds as always were angry with me,
not appreciating the neighbour's needs, 
or the careless proximity of the swaying 
power line, let alone the need for sun on the 
darkening vegetable patch these shorter days;
I promised the birds in sincere whispers that
their boudoir would evolve more lush and 
inviting than ever in time for their nuptials,
and though they scorned me, spring has 
proven me right and the birds are too busy
to harangue me.

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Together – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.” Oscar Wilde

Together

The place where we lay down together,
this spiced bed of infinite pleasures,
an imaginarium that fills my senses,
opening me to the sacred moment,
everything taking on new meaning,
with feelings like white water, dangerous
and ecstatic, all at once, a place 
hallowed by the enfolding of love.

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Like Winter Gulls – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“When emptiness is still, that is eternity. When it moves that is love.” Adyashanti

Like Winter Gulls

If love is possible how 
will it survive when all my 
self-beliefs, like winter gulls, 
have migrated south, leaving
me with the immutable
feeling that meaning has
abandoned me in a place 
where I don't have myself,
just a vacuum of abstractions,
like the absurd question, if 
love is possible, how will it 
describe me.


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The Blueberries – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Mish is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about fruit.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Always In Season

Photo: Blueberries – Nowaja at pixabay.com

“Age is not all decay, it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within that withers and bursts the husk.” George MacDonald

The Blueberries

In the very first of the season came the 
promise of delight cached in smooth,
taught, dark skin, shining, exposed,
ripening before the sun, full of rich delight
to please any tongue or wanton fingers
willing to scoop the sugared, juicy high,
now torn at first bite, passion longing for
another, and then another, until consumed
in faint exhaustion, sated, drunk, and only 
then noticing the pink tinged florets
modestly calling my eyes to something 
deeper than a possession of fruit, and so 
in the latter of the season I gazed into 
your abundant, fruitful self, waiting  to 
be gathered together in a devotion fit
for a tender deity.


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The Anthropocene Hymnal

Edited by Ingrid Wilson and includes a host of well known writers, including yours truly, from WP available via Ingrid (PDF by donation – a WWF fundraiser) or on Amazon (Kindle or Paperback), Book Depository, or other.

Happy reading, Paul

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Of Things Past – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Linda is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write about the word linger or any of its forms.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Linger

Photo: an old Ford truck – part of the history of Kookynie and mining.

“Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.” Benjamin Disraeli

Of Things Past

The past lurks in the present,
intensifying the sense of wanting
to restore, heal, the original 
intention once the pride of purpose,
now a felt grief, an if only, raising the
question: can we overcome the grief
of things past that linger within us?


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