“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 ®
At dVerse Bjorn is hosting Meeting the Bar with an invitation to write a poem using the form cadralor or to write a poem about the author Abdulrazak Gurnah who won the Nobel Prize in Literature.
dVerse Poets – Meeting the Bar
“The stars, like dust, encircle me in living mists of light ….” Isaac Asimov
Galleons Rising
(1) The place of my being is so deeply wounded,
though unrelated to what we might agree as original
innocence of knowing, perhaps an unknowing if,
truth be told, of all that has passed through me.
(2) What of the night darkened soul that lies behind
my moistened eyes of longing for the white dove,
to see the road clearly now the map has ceased,
while clouds press inwardly to the journey.
(3) Grey winter has pleased not one of its friends,
offering the discomfort of predictable uncertainty,
the continuity of intermittent falling patterns
going deep to the bones of an unframed life.
(4) The eastern shore of the lake clear yet impenetrable
leaving the tortoise to carry its own burdens,
those dreams of galleons rising to the stars far,
collecting surprises along life's paradoxical way.
(5) Do you know the field of expectation's weediness,
un-mended fences demand no sense of belonging,
the place is riddled with interlopers of no conscience,
time to slip away free-range, ebullient, rising.
Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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“The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it.” (Peter Pan) J.M. Barrie
A World Where Magic Surprises I want to live in a world where magic surprises my every turn of exploration, and every moment of my remaining in this beautiful madness, embracing the frenzy of this day, pulling the sword from the stone, suspending time, and slowly breathing it all in. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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“Comfort zones, where your unrealised dreams are buried ….” Roy T. Bennett
The Distance Grows Longer Do you know the distance I have travelled the waters of life, traversing the scattered fragments of sheer ecstasy, the majesty of risky ideas we imagined might evolve to a reality attached to nothing but the energy of our passions, which were strangely balanced against each other, and the heart of these choices, deeply buried in the trope of things that could happen, but might not, even though everything matters, even when it doesn't, and so, the distance grows longer. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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At dVerse Tricia has invited us to write about risk. dVerse Poets – Poetics – Take a risk
“Only those those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far they can go.” T.S. Eliot
The Unknown If I remain as I am the boat will sail without me, past the shallows I wade in, near the reef I have only transcended in my wintry dreams, uncertain of the clearance of my keel which has kept me even for so long, and now, looking at the vast horizon with anticipation, knowing that I risk more by not plunging into the unknown. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
At dVerse Lillian is hosting Prosery where we are invited to write a piece of prose of 144 words including the line of poem offered by the host. Grace has invited us to work with the line ” If you are a dreamer, come in” which is from Shel Silverstein’s poem ‘Invitation’
“Don’t ask yourself what the world needs, ask yourself what makes you come alive and then go and do that. Because what the world needs are people who are alive.” Howard Thurman
The Dreamer
I was walking along, multi-thinking, moving my mind to the end of the day so that I could get there quicker. I’m sure you’ve done that sometime. I wasn’t paying particular attention to anyone or anything. So I was surprised when a voice called out, a voice that was so unusual it. I didn’t think it was anyone calling to me but I looked around because I wanted to see who owned such an unusual voice. I was thinking hippy, free spirited, all tie-dyed, but there was Mr Business Suit beaming a smile. I stared at him and he gestured to the door “if you are a dreamer, come in.” Am I a dreamer? Yes I’m a dreamer, but I’m not coming in, I have my own dreams, I’m not buying yours, no way! They cost the earth, literally.” I walked away.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
“It is not the mountain we conquer but ourselves.” Sir Edmund Hilary
Allowing Ourselves Changing our relationship with the past, refusing to keep it alive in the present, the embers of yesterday are passing, allowing ourselves to dwell in possibility. Refusing to keep it alive in the present, not letting the incomplete shape us, allowing ourselves to dwell in possibility, accepting the strange value of ambiguity. Not letting the incomplete shape us, stepping back from self-defeat and doubt, accepting the strange value of ambiguity, creatively embracing silent imperfections. Stepping back from self-defeat and doubt, the embers of yesterday are passing, creatively embracing silent imperfections, changing our relationship with the past. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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“You can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it.” J.M. Barrie (Peter Pan)
Dreaming Once, when I was a child, I saw outside my window a world unbroken as if it would go on forever and ever, that Wendy and I would defeat Hook and make Neverland into ever land for good where nothing would break or be endangered and everything was safe to be itself. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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