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Little Toby Melancholy – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Kafka For Kids

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Art: Altered books by Susan Hoerth (raidersofthelostart)

dVerse Poetics – a challenge by Amaya to take a line from Kafka as inspiration for a nursery rhyme or other. The line that inspired my poem is from Kafka’s Letter to Oskar Pollak:

Think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.” 

 

Little Toby Melancholy

Little Toby Melancholy
didn’t want to play
so, instead he took a book
of new worlds to a tree,
but soon the caramel words
which swirled like serpents free,
did stick to his hands and clothes,
poor little Toby did writhe and grive
as the book turned dark and grim,
and from its pages of murk
appeared a bony finger thin
stabbing at his chest so tight
with raucous moonlight laugh,
then Toby shrieked a desperation
and flung it hard away,
its landing thudded waking him
startled and ever wide,
he glanced the cover slight
which winked at him mad
and little Toby sprang in flight
and ran,
and ran,
and ran.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Those Fertile Lies – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Nightly – Word of the Day

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Image: a cartoon by the much loved cartoonist Michael Leunig!

Those Fertile Lies

If your vegetable garden languishes
and manure brings no results,
just give them a little evening news
and there’ll be bumper crops,
all those fertile lies,
rich fantasies,
faux concern
and invented anxieties
with smiling invitations
to more episodes of the same,
a soap-opera of nitrogenous value,
stay tuned for another
exciting excrement,
Oh, wait, there’s breaking wind,
every night,
even the mushrooms gave us
shade last summer.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Young Maggie – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

What Do You See? – Willow Poetry

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Image provided by Willow Poetry

 

Young Maggie

Big Daddy braved the hot roof
and brow-beat young Maggie with a
“Where’s he hiding?”
kind of look;
“O Brick?” said Maggie,
“He’s just hanging out,
I guess he’ll drop in later.”

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Referencing Tennessee William’s play ‘Cat On A Hot Tin Roof’

Paul, pvcann.com

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What To Wear? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Decisions – 5 Lines

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Image provided (Arek Socha – pixabay.com)

 

What To Wear?

To wear or not to wear,
damn that question,
or whether it is bolder to sail
in a sea of obsequious clothes
never asking.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

With apologies to W. Shakespeare 🙂

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Even With Rust – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Trust – Word of the Day

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Photo: hufingtonpost.com

 

Even With Rust

For better or worse,
well, at least till the hearse,
we’ll go on living our way,
but it we drain the purse,
it will be such a curse,
with humiliating display,
yet even with rust
and so utterly bust,
we’ll still be together each day,
until we’re departed,
or dearly indicted,
there’s something I trust in your play!

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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