“At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can.” Frida Kahlo
She She had given of herself in a longitude of fertile generosity wide, though not yet the best of her, for something felt stirs at her very core unleashed, but time has dimmed her memory now leaden with struggles past, of the glories of her youth where she learned to conquer the world and make it shine. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
Lisa at dVerse has invited us to write a poem using the word (or derivative of) clown. dVerse Poets – Poetics – Clowning Around
“Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.” Anais Nin
Only Dreams We were agog in teens town, all oxford bags and platforms and we knew that the answers were always at the back of the book, there were no questions then, only dreams to be made true, including Romy, but she left the party early, restless as always, "Mate, don't be a clown, go after her" they urged as if it were a sport, but if it were the rules were unclear, and I knew that her street smarts would expose my innocent bravado, so I clowned inside. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
“…. true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.” Audrey Hepburn
Exquisite The recipe was not lost, simply one off, never to be repeated, just one pinch of shyness, a sprig of humour, some joy generously added, an abundance of love layered in all its flavours, with a dash of awareness and finished with a quiet confidence lightly held, such an exquisite being, to taste her is to taste the strength that holds everything together. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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VJs Weekly Challenge – Quotation
VJ invited us to write using part or all of the following quotation by Maria Popova: “Strive to be uncynical, to be a hope-giving force, to be a steward of substance.”
A Certain Substance He had an air about him, a certain substance that wove itself into his every movement, as a weaver makes a cloth, so he wove the fabric of his life in neat, yet colourful rows, with just enough peculiarity to stand out in a crowd for the right amount of notice while retaining dignity, a man of gravitas. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
“Racism is a disease in society. We’re all equal. I don’t care what their colour is, or religion. Just as long as they’re human beings they’re my buddies.” Mandawy Yunupingu
Yet You Are Blind You can see clearly yet you are blind to the plight of your neighbour, stealing their humanity for the price of their lives which paid for the privilege of your wilful ignorance, paved in the blood of their dignity, bargained for the murderous dogma prosecuted in the name of your right to smile on suffering and misery as you squash their lives for the turn of a dollar and smug satisfaction of the exercise of your power. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
“Nothing ever really goes away, it just changes into something else. Something beautiful.” Sarah Ockler
If It Did But what if I wasn't, or if I couldn't, maybe never would, and what if I didn't, well, would it really matter? Because if it did, perhaps you'd change your mind? Whatever your disposition, this dissonance won't leave. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Anmol at dVerse has invited us to write a poem about Pride – LGBQTI. dVerse Poets
“I feel like my body is in a waiting room.” Aimee Herman
The Sheer Exhaustion The sheer exhaustion of externalities enshrined in binary kitsch, a black and white vaudeville, pastiche of indoctrination, a schema for knowing precisely where to park your genitals and how to deport them, cover them, name them as if they were you, betraying the fluid heart and a free mind, erasing true self, denying the verb to be in favour of determination and benchmarked judgements of approval. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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