“We sail within a vast sphere, ever drifting in uncertainty, driven from end to end.” Blaise Paschal
Those Coral Crowns If you drift, do you roll with it, hold the gunwale, laughing into the wind that slights your face with the spit of seas, wrapping your ache in strands of sea-grass too slippery to bind, or do you cast your fate to the crystal depths and plunge life with every stroke forward, tooth and scale, seeking coral crowns? Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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At dVerse Sarah is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about one of the four elements: Earth, Fire, Water, Wind. I chose water.
dVerse Poets – Poetics – The Four Elements
“They both listened silently to the water, which to them was no just water, but the voice of life, the voice of Being, the voice of perpetual becoming.” Hermann Hesse
When Water Dies The swash and slap of the limpid roll for languid lolling in a temperate zone, as flounder flap and take the bait now unaccustomed to the oaken creak, a gift from the depths suppered for two, I recall the taste of salted lips that burned even as I licked them so, the smells are joy though my nostrils flare, and I catch your weeds of no compare, and my line is tangled, but without you I cannot bear the grief of dryness that your death will bring, and so I cup my hands that I may drink one more draught of your wet love. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
At dVerse Lilian is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write using the the word or a form of careen.
dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Careen
“It’s not the having it’s the getting.” Elizabeth Taylor
Wide Berth Like a cutter rolling waves, she slew sideways and took the longest path to the bar, I watched her roll until she sat, restless, not quite settled in the froth and bubble of the DJ, I asked her name (and laughed), Careen, she said. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
“Getting into and out of a coracle is the trickiest part ….” The Coracle Society
The Real Adventure When the sea is grey and the skies dark, the smallest of boats require courage, not so much for the wind or waves, nor letting go of that precious shore, not even for the unknown horizon, no, courage for our discoveries along the way, our inner navigation by trial and error, the loss of compass, disdain for the map, without courage there is only ever a turning back. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ® Note: Coracle or Currach was common to Wales, Ireland and Scotland and parts of England. Similar vessels are found in Iraq, India, North America .... The coracle as known in the UK and Ireland were generally made of willow or ash woven as a simple frame and covered with hide, modern versions include fibreglass.
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“The sea drives truth into a man like salt.” Hilaire Belloc
You Still Set Sail The ocean always looks so placid until you notice that the boat is small, then everything takes on its own dimension, a scale of worry never thought before, merely armchair dreamed in fading light, of disasters unforetold, king waves, reefs, storms and all of that, even so, you still set sail and go. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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At dVerse Ingrid is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write using the narrative voice.
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Exploring the Narrative Voice
“…. it is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.” Edgar Lee Masters
The Old Boat I creak and groan like an arthritic bone, my timbers are brittle and fey, and I'm uncertain of my future but they are taking me once again across the adventure of waters that thrill my boards and fill my sheets with risk and the trample of my deck, and I wait for the sea to wash me clean of all that human debris, now this might be my last as my time is well past, but I'd rather sink than be scuttled on clay. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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At dVerse Mish is hosting Quadrille (44 words) inviting us to use the word or any of its forms – knot.
dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Knot
“…. the great difficulty is to say yes to life.” James Baldwin
To Loose The Mooring I just wanted to see what would happen, to untie the knot and slip the hawser, just to loose the mooring and see where the tide would take us, to cast off from these predictable days, life, sometimes it's in the letting go. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
Sarah at dVerse is hosting Poets Pub tonight, and Sarah has invited us to “what3words” the idea is to locate yourself on a web map via what3words and three words are given, of which a poem from three to twelve lines will be constructed. dVerse Poets – Poets Pub – Three Little words
From what3words I received for my map reference – Indulged, Tended, Yachts.
“The fishermen Know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore.” Vincent Van Gogh
Across The Waves Moon shimmered on the Blackwood, increasing the mood of night at the edges of my senses, all of the yachts were tethered, but I indulged to my heart and set sail in feltness across the waves of feeling, slipping through the gaps between black and slivers of silvered visions, in rippled moments while moon tended my every direction. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Come Sail
Sarah at dVerse has invited us to write a poem about boats of any type.
“The way of a canoe is the way of the wilderness, freedom almost forgotten.” Sigurd F. Olson
In The Wake The dolphins are laughing while the grebe casts a wary eye as I cut a swathe through Neptunes land, gently gouging the surface my shoulders sway as the double-ended paddle crosses over, slicing the grey-green expanse, forcing it against itself as a passage of time in the wake of all that is. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Photo: peoplesriverhistory.us. Artist Wes Modes sailed this recreated 1940s shanty boat down the Tennessee River in 2016 as part of the project – ‘A Secret History Of American River People’
Beware the echo-chamber!
We named her SS Egalitarian,
fuelled her with libertarian spirit
and collectively manoeuvred along the river
wisely steering round the rocks of despair,
avoiding log-jams upstream,
keeping to ourselves, naturally
no boarders here
our company pure,
ideologically speaking of course,
untainted, ideal,
and though we steered so well
navigating this river of life,
the skin of her hull
our very words in fact,
ran out, and the
democracy of the river poured in.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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