At dVerse Laura is hosting Meeting the Bar with an invitation to write a poem using the first line of the first poem for each month of 2022 (found poetry or found lines).
dVerse Poets – MTB – Finding It First
Right Now Sun heats the earth, hitchcockian howl growl winds push water into thunderous demolition of delicate sands, it wasn't sudden by any means. I want to sit in the light, sometimes we are like an overflowing glass; the road behind has been and is no more. To feel complete detachment my friend's father took us fishing one night, I watched him for a while. If you drift, walking, do you speak with your voice? Copyright 2023 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️ Line Links: Line one - Journey to Celebration Line two - The Unfolding Line three - No Bluff On The Knoll Line four - Everything Line five - The Paradox Line six The Real Journey Line seven - Nothing Should Own Us Line eight - Beware The Hooks Line nine - Just Stop Line 10 - Those Coral Crowns Line 11 - Not Alone Line 12 - From The Let Go
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Especially love the last stanza
If you drift,
walking,
do you speak with your voice?
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Yes, it really stood out when I collected it all together, I wouldn’t have thought of that line easily, many thanks 🙂
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Well it’s just perfect 🙂
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There is a spacy-ness to this that travels existence. I like watching your friend’s father fish. It’s a grounding anchor to it all.
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Many thanks Lisa, yes, It felt that way in putting it together, amazing.
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I agree with Poetisatinta, that closing verse isvwonderful Paul. Fascinating piece my friend… 🙂✌🏼❣️
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I was so captivated by the method, amazing, thank you so much Rob
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I love that last stanza, my answer to which is Yes!
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Yes, and intentionally I think it carries a must or we’re delusional, but then the evening news tells me ….
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The news this morning told me that there has been another mass shooting, this one in California. Ten people killed. The country of my birth is in deep trouble.
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I hate to pile on, but – a report here claims 40 such shootings since jan 1 – shocking, so yes, deep trouble.
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At this point, I am deeply ashamed to be an American citizen.
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I get it, we are aghast here at the decline – seems so dramatic, and the community impotent. What now?
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I don’t know. Just when I think the state of this country can’t get any worse, it gets worse.
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It will have to turn somewhere though.
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I sure hope the tide turns, but I haven’t seen any sign of it yet.
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😦
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I could visualize the fishing at night, it feels comforting. This found poetry is amazing.
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It sure is amazing, and thank you for sharing 🙂
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a fascinating found poem Paul – these lines would make an inspirational epigram for writing a poem to
“I want to sit in the light,
sometimes we are like an overflowing glass;”
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Thank you Laura – what a great idea!
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Reblogged this on https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Thank you Michael
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These lines work very well together, Paul
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It is a mystery to me, but such fun, thank you Dwight 🙂
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Love the closing…
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Many thanks Bjorn
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This is absolutely splendid writing, my friend! I love the closing especially ❤️❤️
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I found it a real challenge – to make it fit etc. but what a great way to construct! Thank you so much Sanaa.
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Well done very clever
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Glad you enjoyed this 🙂
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How very interesting!
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🙂
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