Category Archives: creativity

February 3, 2021 · 3:40 pm

Whispering Suicide – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Bjorn has invited us to write about war. dVerse Poets – Poetics – War Poetry

Photo: Jim Huylebroek for the New York Times

“Only the dead have seen the end of war.” Plato

Whispering Suicide

Cheap little saccharine songs for mud,
manufactured jingles to make you numb 
to death, mixed ideologies competing for your 
mind, hollow promises for free, tacky coloured 
rectangles of cloth whispering suicide to the 
flesh of youth who dream of becoming,
who are the heroes in this  moral 
vacuum of life's bitter ebb, where
are the children of this rancid death 
cult now.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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January 12, 2021 · 2:12 pm

Be It Pen, Key Or Brush a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse De is hosting the Quadrille with an invitation to write using the word or its form – dab.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Dabbling In Poetry

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“Creativity takes courage.” Henri Matisse

Be It Pen, Key or Brush

Not everything must be real for its own sake,
licence is better in every art in the telling of a
story, more colour, or less, provokes a reaction,
a narrative of broad strokes and dabs be it pen,
key or brush, touches me deeply.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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January 5, 2021 · 2:53 pm

Opening – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“I like the unreality of your mind; the whole thing is very splendid and voluptuous and absurd.” Virginia Woolf

Opening 

Opening the window wide
reality flew in like an albatross,
all flustered and no direction,
shattering all my pieces,
pretending to be something while
spectacularly embarrassing itself
with saturated deathly excuses
emptying from its smirking life,
and so completely removed,
"who's the dissociative now?"
I asked, as I closed the door on
my way out to creative futures.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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October 6, 2020 · 2:26 pm

Waiting For Valour – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Merril is hosting and it it is quadrille time, and the word to use is blanket. dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Blanket

Photo: found on pinterest.com

“Play is the exultation of the possible.” Martin Buber 

Waiting For Valour

Our flag hung limp in the stillness 
as we nervously awaited the first 
wave of the enemy, outnumbered,
waiting for valour, cutlass at the ready,
peering at the near horizon as the 
biscuits ran out and mutiny was at
hand in our blanket barque.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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August 11, 2020 · 7:30 am

To Bathe In – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Garden

Victoria at dVerse has invited us to write a poem about any form of the word Garden.

Photo: The winter garden, soon to bloom.

“Gardens are a form of autobiography” Sydney Eddison

To Bathe In

The writing of our edenic idyll,
a lush and varied eclogue,
has been its own healing
journey to connection,
to something deeper that is
more than the satisfaction of
a garden of secrets and wonders,
more a place to bathe
in life-giving wholeness.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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May 18, 2020 · 3:42 pm

Another Way – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: motherearthnews.com  “Mr. Welty producing homemade biodiesel”

 

“The secret of happiness, you see, is not found in seeking more, but in developing the capacity to enjoy less.”  Socrates

Another Way

Are you not in the least curious
even a tiny bit?
That there is another way instead
of this long fall into deep forgetfulness
to a prison not made of stone,
imprisoned, within our selves
where the memory of other lives
is eclipsed by the drama
of shame, of wanting, of striving,
over the simplicity of
bread, shirt, and roof,
wherein lies the escape.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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May 6, 2020 · 12:11 am

Sanctuary – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Otherness cannot be a form.”  Nicholas of Cusa

Sanctuary

The map of the imaginable
is found only in dreams,
vessels its mere dwelling
to strip away the chimera
and reach into the unknown,
leaving the caim of my own
clinging, soft assurance to
discover otherness in
crevice, corner, underside,
the small of the wild is
ever sanctuary to the fire
of creative love.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Note: the first line comes from the philosopher Gaston Bachelard (1884 – 1962)

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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April 28, 2020 · 4:00 pm

Open Myself – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Wild Card

VJ has challenged us to respond to the words of the Dalai Lama “The planet does not need more “successful people.” The planet desperately needs more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers and lovers of all kinds.”  Dalai Lama

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Image: The work of Catherine Nelson and part of an extensive series called Other Worlds, see more at http://www.catherinenelson.com

 

“There is a way out, but the way out is really a way within.”  Ken Wilbur

Open Myself

The telephone booth beckons,
my hearts knows its mantra,
kenosis arrives in the moment
but only if I let it be so,
for I have to assent
to take off my high ground,
become the anti-hero,
open myself to the
transpersonal real,
singing back to earth
its own love song as if it
were my very own.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Note: Kenosis (κενωσις) is a Greek word meaning to empty one’s self, used formally in relation to the theological and philosophical understanding of the incarnation.

Paul, pvcann.com

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February 22, 2020 · 3:08 pm

The Bento Life – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

I find Asian cultures fascinating, and not least Japanese culture. There are a number of pop culture renderings of Bento, but it more closely means convenient, so a bento box lunch is merely a convenient lunch. The furishiki is a small cloth for wrapping the bento box in (these have found other uses in the west in recent years).

 

“Let things taste the way they are.”  Alice Waters

The Bento Life

Her movements were certain,
a well practiced art,
pre-prepared love in rice and duck,
she gathered all the pieces
as she gathered her thoughts
and filed them precisely
in slot after slot,
as yesterday, today, so tomorrow,
her love note
his lacquered bento box,
and as she wrapped it in the
womb of the furoshiki
and tied it well,
she knew that it was her love
alone that would hold it together.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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June 19, 2019 · 2:45 pm

Of Promise – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Meet Jackie Hulbert

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Art Work: Jackie Hurlbert by permission, via dVerse Poets and Linda Lee Lyberg.

 

Of Promise

She, as many do,
was moving through the doors
of her life and not with ease
so much as a quiet confidence
that was easily torn at the edges
when things went wrong,
and, of course,
too quickly for it to be true
she would blame herself
often referring to a multitude
of lack by some
meaningless comparison;
she was puzzled at how others
would affirm her creative zest
and her beauty,
but when she looked in the mirror
she only saw and ordinary woman
with messy hair,
where others saw
a beautiful, wild garden
of promise.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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