Category Archives: Ekphrastic

The World Cannot Hold – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Day 13 13.11.22

Prompt: Write an ekphrastic poem. I chose ‘Evening, Melancholy 1’ by Edvard Munch

The World Cannot Hold

I wonder,
was it the second dram or my under mood,
who knows, empiricism be damned,
this creeping darkness has me by
the thinness of my tender throat,
and I cannot make the sounds of words
necessary for the expected divination
that would lift the melan wide,
returning me to myself, 
why so fast, perhaps, and I think
it's true, the world cannot hold much
melancholia to itself, but I would
like to sit with it for a while.

Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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The Way Of Summer – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Merril is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write an ekphrastic poem using one or more of five paintings provided, I chose ‘Hip, Hip hurrah’ by Peder Severin Kroyer.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Sun, Sand, Storms, and Celebrations, Summer Ekphrastic

Painting: Peder Severin Kroyer – Hip, Hip, Hurrah

“In summer the song sings itself.” Wiliam Carlos Williams

The Way Of Summer

There's something the way a summer sun
warms a champagne afternoon and entertains
with celebrating dragonflies in louder boozy buzz,
while cicadas sing in unison as soft dandelion seeds 
ride the warm air so slowly as to be countable, 
and somehow the food and wine are more real, 
more vital than ever before, our eyes tell of 
meaning, of love, of healing, our stories passionate,
there's something about the way a gathering warms 
and opens the heart in a gentle intoxication of joy.

Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Redeemed – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Ekphrastic Poems – dVerse Poets – Mary Frances


Art Work: Mary Frances via dVerse Poets.



A road of bones
this skull and leaves
dry and brittle under foot,
yet life appears
summoned from beyond,
caring not for our trivial days,
you bring a message of repair
to less despair of dying trees,
as you lie in state
amidst their aged fruit,
to look to better days
of green and life,
but you care not to stay
you’ve said your piece,
and so you fade before me,
amidst that tragic fruit,

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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