“I watched the seagulls, I thought, that’s the road to take.” Nikos Kazantzakis
I Ran Too I was lost in this day, it all moved so beautifully, to breathe, to see, taste, feel it all, first the tree then the waters edge where the joggers ran past, running and running, until they took feather, soaring over the glistening water, and I ran too. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
“Remember the past, and that there is a future.” Deborah Harkness
Souvenirs Memories, days mantled by feelings of breathless anticipation, the constant desire for something, anything, to happen, the spark of the next thing, at the very least a sense of movement delaying atrophy, warding off any wound to the exponential revolution that whelmed a generation into action, now located in opulent coffee-table books and undergrad courses, documentaries, all taming towards a collective amnesia, but even now the germ of its energy rises from below, the subvenire of a hope held in words, songs, art, waiting for us to attach enough significance to them they might be forever held. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️ Note: Subvenire is the Latin original for the French souvenir (to remember) and carries the meaning to come from below.
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At dVerse Bjorn is hosting Prosery (144 words) with an invitation to take his suggested line from Dylan’s song Desolation Row (from Highway 61 Revisited) – the line is: To her, death is quite romantic.
dVerse Poets – Prosery – Bob Dylan
“To her, death is quite romantic.” Bob Dylan
Where Death Fades
She often talked of death as if it were sublime. Some mistakenly thought she meant the passion of the little death but in fact it is something more, to her, death is quite romantic. It called out to her from every fibre of nature’s breath. She sensed doors and windows, secret gardens, forest paths. For her this was a journey to life where death fades.
She was no tragic Ophelia seeking to lie down early, death was no surrender, this was life free of burden and furrow. She was quite sure that day would come as prophesied by Donne, Keats, even Blake she mused. A day when the living was lived and the leaving was relief, where ending became beginning and nothing was final, the greatest adventure. On that day she would wear white, and the wedding dance would be sweet like the fragrance of jasmine.
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“None of us know all the potentialities that slumber in the spirit of the population.” Vaclav Havel
In This Place In the slow solitude of empty chairs like a melancholy wrapped in damp cardboard, I have been left to close my eyes where what lies unseen is now revealed maybe for a hundred years of unwaking, dissolved into a myriad tones of slumber, this is the most ethereal place to be, to be pushed off that inner ledge of knowing and landing fully at unknowing, sensing a profound feeling of belonging in this place of the wandering spirit. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
At dVerse Grace is hosting Poetry Form with an invitation to write an Octelle ( 8 lines with 88777788 syllables and aabbccaa rhyming) and the poem to include personification.
“Simply wait, be quiet, still the world will freely offer itself to you.” Franz Kafka
Such Wonder There was such wonder in the clouds, faces and shapes of lowly crowds, rising misty portraiture, clouds as a caricature, taking me from the dark blight, into my heart of clear light, where there's no place for any dowds, just clouds as heavenly love shrouds. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
“Stuff your eyes with wonder, live as if you’d drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It’s more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.” Ray Bradbury
What Happened? Those child dreams of futures evolving, what ever happened to them? One moment consuming and real, the next parcelled in folders, hidden in crevices, packed in boxes, filed for posterity, should opportunity arise, did that world fade, did age undo the mystery of youth once offered, did maturity cover over the rabbit holes of wonderment and leave us suddenly empty, bereft of possibility? Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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At dVerse Grace is hosting Meeting the Bar with an invitation to write an uplifting poem using the form Eleventh Power (eleven lines per stanza(s) and eleven syllables per line)
dVerse Poets – MTB – The Eleventh Power and more
“The practice of forgiveness is our most important contribution to healing the world.” Marianne Williamson
The Key She had long bright coloured ribbons in her eyes with mind full of of multilayered conversations, all covered in rainbow dots of confetti. a palpable joy filled this beautiful space as she rose to speak of near and distant shores, where love was never consumed only given, and life, where life was held as precious and sacred, one doubter hung a long dark cloud of question, but no shadow crossed the valley of her smile, which lifted our long impoverished spirits, offering that the key was in our own hearts. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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“Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.” Lewis Carrol
Close Your Eyes The world needs to lie down and rest awhile, to let the weight of days past settle, allowing us to float into dreams of unknowing, to wander into imaginations wild, to let the sap rise juicy within us, for until we imagine, a new future is on hold, so, close your eyes and dream awhile. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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At dVerse Linda is hosting Poetics with an invitation to take one of ten words from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows by John Koenig.
dVerse Poets – Poetics – The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows
The word I have chosen is – “Heartmoor, the primal longing for a home village to return to, a place that no longer exists, if it ever did.”
“The wind shows us how close to the edge we are.” Joan Didion
Safe Heartmoor My child self chose the frisky winds, playing along the curves of adventure near my backdoor, while my youthful self created risky winds, pushing the edges of elder norms until, my middle self held against the winds of time, like a sailor lashed to the wheel of storm's fortunes, and my mature self, an oxymoron surely, wakes and watches for those frisky winds at my backdoor, waiting to feel that wonderment and retrace my anchor points towards my safe heartmoor, where I may winter for a time. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
At dVerse Merril is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about an object of history, personal or otherwise.
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Passions Stamped on Lifeless Things
“We keep stuff in order to hang on to what’s important, but it’s an illusion … these objects are not bridges to the past, they’re bridges to memories of the past. But they are not the past.” Helen Fisher
More Than Plastic As night gathers round me I seek the lamp which is less distinct than the light it sheds, and long may it be so. but I drift back to another time, to a more hallowed lamp, a child's dream so bright, a Blyton character so colourful, as told by my mother's stumbling, uncertain voice, ever hopeful I'd fall asleep, but it was never so. Noddy was more than plastic, he was real in my imagination and with one click he came alive, drawing me down a vivid path of adventure, long may it be so. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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Life is a Poetry
BLACWATER247
poetry... mostly...
Each day is a blessing. My Creative Writing
Traditional rhyming poetry
#fifty#words#microfiction
My Reflections and Expressions
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