At dVerse Laura is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a deathbed poem.
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Words of Departure
The quote for the epigraph is the line I chose out of the six offered.
“Go on get out! Last words are for fools who haven’t said enough.” Karl Marx
Hold The Night I want it all except the feeling of being hemmed in, no dark rooms please, no closed doors, and don't tuck those sheets too tight, I need to breathe, to move, to see, no maudlin tears, save those for later, let's champagne this moment, throw back the heavy curtains, put away the sepulchre furniture, bring me turquoise sheets and maple syrup, play me Bartok's folk dances, let me hear Oliver and Blake, no more laudanum silences, offer me no dirges in a minor key, paint the hearse bright for this wedding of life to eternity, hold the night for a moment and let me see the horizon once more. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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Gloriously penned! 🌟
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Thank you very much indeed Ana 🙂
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👌
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Paul, for me one of your best in voice to topic. Loved it my friend! Party me home! 🙂
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Wow – thank you very much for that, yes, let’s all party home 🙂
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I loved this poem with its upbeat finale to life (also the tight structure makes for a great read) – and then you topped it off with a finale of wonderful lines
“this
wedding of life to eternity,
hold the night for a moment and
let me see the horizon once more.
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Thank you Laura, I really appreciate your comments and for taking time to respond.
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Interesting how the words twist and play, countering one direction of thought and expectation, drawing us elsewhere, lifting and carrying us like a steady breeze. Fantastic.
Cheers
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This one just rolled out, a life of its own, thank you very much Michael.
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Bravo, Paul! Best way to go.
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Wonderful. Love it.💕
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Not going gently, lol. Thank you so much Grace.
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💕😊💕
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wondrous, that third last line says it all!
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Thank you Kate much appreciated 🙂
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Love the spirit and energy. This one is really striking:
let’s champagne this moment
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Yes, let’s, not going gently 🙂 Thank you very much Grace.
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Oh, I LOVE this!
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I am grateful that you do Liz, thank you 🙂
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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what a great way to go out
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Absolutely, not going gently. Many thanks.
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Ooh, I love this! For sure, the way I want to go when the time comes. Hopefully, it will be a while.
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Yes, hoping for longer 🙂 but that is my hope for sure – not going gently
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This is gorgeously rendered, Paul! So much to love here especially; “no maudlin tears, save those for later, let’s champagne this moment, throw back the heavy curtains, put away the sepulchre furniture, bring me turquoise sheets and maple syrup, play me Bartok’s folk dance.” 😀
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Thank you Sanaa, very kind – I love that you like it 🙂
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Many thanks
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Wow such a powerful poem
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Hoping it might be like that 🙂
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Wow. This is great. I might need to put Hold the Night in my living will. 🌠😎
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Now that is a compliment, and interestingly, it came from that place for me, a sense of what would that day look like if I were observing myself, that’s what I wanted. Thank you so much.
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