“When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.” Lao Tzu
Letting Go I sat quietly by the creek, lost in the meaningless meaning of rushing water and found myself in the moment of a nothingness of doing and time disappeared to irrelevance where everything mattered and nothing at all mattered much to me, and when I rose I knew I could leave that part of me that was always why. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Grace at dVerse is hosting Meeting the Bar, and the theme we are invited to write about is Protest. dVerse Poets – Meeting the Bar – Protest Poetry
“There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest.” Elie Wiesel
Dear Leaders There is no life in you, you who are nothing more than a husk blowing in the winds of rebellion, I see your guns and gas uniformed in fear of decency as you sneer at the sensitivities of ordinary people concerned for some semblance of democracy midst the pious, honeyed corruption you pedal to steal the dreams of our children as you piss in our waters and foul our fields with your poisonous rhetoric so religiously flavoured as to make God vomit, while you continue to kill your own as if blood stains down your highways is some note of triumph for the totems you bend to in your spineless dereliction of humanity. You can kill my body but you will never kill my enduring spirit that is me, we, together naming your legacy of fetid lies and murder, and we will make a road of integrity to pass right over you without memorial or reward save for some flowers to mark the hollow graves that you are. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
VJs Weekly Challenge – How It All Started
“What you seek is seeking you.” Rumi
So Sly Who conspired, the water or the stars, not withstanding wise camels or knucklebones cast, even lusted lustre could be closer to my beaded sweated hankering after your voluptuary offered, so sly with a wink of your hips just visible in your eyes is how it all started so breathless, unravelling in our unfathomed, restless entwining. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Lillian at dVerse is hosting Poetics and has invited us to view four pieces of Catrin Welz-Stein’s art work as a visual stimulus to writing either an ekphrastic poem, or other poetic response. dVerse Poets – Poetics
“Beautiful moons make for special nights.” Verna Clay
Unlocking The Light Moon smiled and said, in a voice that floated, if you truly love me you'll find the welcome swallow who holds the key to my cosmic desire and fly to me that I may unlock the light dispelling shadow darkly deep, that is yours, and mine. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
De at dVerse is hosting and it’s time to write a quadrille (44 words) and De has invited us to use some form of the word sky.
dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Sky
“The moon always finds an opportunity to turn our attention from the ground beneath our feet to the sky above our head.” Mehmet Murat Ildan
Offer Moon poised gracefully in the night sky demure behind her veil of clouds, glow as smile never borrowed, beauty spots alluring, O to brush her cheek with more than a sigh of longing, to rise on tip-toe and offer the love lighting my eyes. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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“Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart. Who looks outside dreams. Who looks inside, awakens.” Carl Jung
Waiting I no longer seek myself as I did in those familiar places of tired satisfaction and now wholly abandoned to an indifference to the paths and patterns that brought me to this once hallowed mask of imagined meaning made in endless passionate clinging to the squawking of gulls, until I floated off into a spaciousness that knows no bounds, an inner sanctum of patient waiting. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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“The sun watches what I do, but the moon knows all my secrets.” J.M. Wonderland
Moonish Even when she was full moon was moonish subtle, her gestures wafting like jasmine on a summer's eve that stirs the heart to glow as lover's light unveiled, sung on by a chorus of lesser glimmers of night, that curved a smile on her lips as she pretended not to see me in the shadows. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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“An imbalance between rich and poor is the oldest and most fatal ailment of all republics.” Plutarch
Mind The Gap Herald of bad tidings, grimy sloth, slippery grease slime money bag of hypocrisy and venality belonging to that self-impregnating cabalistic horde who sold their souls while like dogs in heat for the lusted promise of one more crooked dollar to feverishly snatch from the hope of lives devalued, being left to deconstruct their love in abject, lonely missery as if they were deserving of a punishment so severe for the crime of being born. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
“Breathe and let be.” Jon Cabat-Zinn
Of Threads The point at which the moment disappeared is lost to me, all that lingers is the feeling of threads slipping, loosing, releasing me into a floating drift in a space between where I stretched out across the sky so lightly that the stars passed through me as intangible procession, and as the last thread unwound I found myself beyond myself, I found myself true. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.” Emily Dickinson
At My Drifting Edge How to desribe the bigness of life with the impatient failings of words that judge and hem us in making meaning so small, skirting round the yeasty feltness of things that desire to rise and grow, life is big, love is bigger, an encompass of the wholeness of we, but I found at my drifting edge of view a simple grey feather, a dovely gift of no decimal value that in its dullness shone with promises of hope, that all the coin of the world could never be given receipt. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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