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Of Promise – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Meet Jackie Hulbert

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Art Work: Jackie Hurlbert by permission, via dVerse Poets and Linda Lee Lyberg.

 

Of Promise

She, as many do,
was moving through the doors
of her life and not with ease
so much as a quiet confidence
that was easily torn at the edges
when things went wrong,
and, of course,
too quickly for it to be true
she would blame herself
often referring to a multitude
of lack by some
meaningless comparison;
she was puzzled at how others
would affirm her creative zest
and her beauty,
but when she looked in the mirror
she only saw and ordinary woman
with messy hair,
where others saw
a beautiful, wild garden
of promise.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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I Would Drink – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Ghazal Form 2

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I would Drink

At Isfahan we stopped at the coffeehouse for a drink,
hot tea, coffee, water pipe, what shall I drink?

The Sufi say distil the Qur’an in water for enlightenment,
where is your heaven that you may drink?

We sit in rapt attention while tales of Shahnameh are told,
but all hell breaks out when Ester walks by, her soul we drink.

Khorasan markets were fun today, so many trinkets bought.
Who knows if those laden camels had time to drink?

The vainglory of the tavern as we remake the world,
because he is downcast and dad Darius should not drink.

I sometimes wonder what matters to youth.
Of sipping, slurping and gulping, how do you drink?

My girl Kohinoor in my mind’s eye at the window I see,
my desire, she’s so far away, but her fruit I would drink.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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The Wall – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Fretboard of Poetry

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The Wall

The wall,
amalgam of clay and fire
stands boldly,
but time smiles benignly
knowing full well that it must
eventually give way
slowly,
frittering and fretting
as washed by life,
revealing
a softness so strong
it has no need of that
hardened,
calloused skin.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Note: Fret refers to a number of things – worry, to be consumed, and to be worn down. It was an old masons term for the deterioration of bricks.

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Coloured Every Space – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Coloured Every Space

There was a time of doldrum days
becalmed in old routines and
repetitious droughts of mind
like harvest fields of crackling grain
and hanging, dry, stringy bark,
when creeks were dry
and summer blazed
with no relief in sight,
until I heard the rustling leaves
and tap, tap, tapping screen door
with a breath of air,
I sensed a change as
you drifted in and
coloured every space.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Nightwatchman – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse poets – Prosery

Bjorn at dVerse has invited us to the challenge of a 144 word prose piece.

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The Nightwatchman

The village nightwatchman Dalmar was sitting at the crossroads, an auspicious place to be at that point in his life, on that evening. His neighbour Korfa appeared, which was not uncommon as they shared the role over the days, and company was helpful in defeating those drowsy spells into the long, lonely night. Naturally conversation turned from village life to family. And, as these things go, past the pleasantries about the elders and the movements of different ones in the coming days, conversation turned to the very matters at hand. Korfa enquired after Amina, Dalmar’s wife, and the progress with her pregnancy. “Well, any day now” laughed Dalmar, when, far away, an interrupted cry filled the night as the sound of a new born’s sucking lungs pierced the air. Korfa turned to Dalmar, but he was already running.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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That Point – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

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Art: Henri Rosseau 1840 – 1910. Post Impressionism. ‘The Sleeping Gypsy’ 1897.

 

 

That Point

That point when all has fallen away
when darkness has become a shroud on
which the psychedelia of dreamland
can majestically paint all that is
the technicolour stereopticon of
surreal unconscious lunar tides
on which I rise and fall,
just as breathing
so as dreaming,
until irruption rends and
registers other, lesser worlds
leaving disorientation in its wake
with the sorrow of leaving,
no going back
not wanting to go forward,
arrested state,
so as sleeping,
so as life.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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She Will Rise – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – To Market, To Market

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She Will Rise

The cold air exposed her breath
and what was seen in the sea of stalls
was also felt through her body
while her table
at exorbitant cost,
considering her income,
was a painfully hired space
for her and her baby,
working nights in the city
and days plying her trade
in this flea market,
she gets by,
many look,
while others deride her hard work,
her precious beads of delight,
that some eschew
too few embrace,
but one day soon she will rise
from this place of vague existence.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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We Never Even Noticed – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

What Do You See?

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We Never Even Noticed

How we solaced in the truths of our elders,
to hold to pristine shibboleths of hollow ground
that all was hallowed in a superstition
of moralised purity,
that we promptly set in stone,
and there we held you in mawkish admiration
so unfounded, somehow projected,
believing that you held us too
because we were so good at our own game
given to saccharine views of life,
there we were, fulminating righteous wrath
against love itself
the very given of nurture,
and we called on your name as talisman
without so much as a fibre of authenticity
preferring indulgent expectation
dressed and redolent in disconnect,
and you, imprisoned in your architrave,
looked on in sorrow and wept
in your powerless state where
our dogmas kept you,
yet you dared to ask from your eyrie
disturbing our common good,
What moved us or
how did we reach into the pain of neighbour?
Indignant silence was
followed by sanctimonious justification.
Your loud shout of anguish rent the air
then a mighty crack
as you effaced in surrendered humility,
recognising our inability to be aware
so selfishly content that
love was adulterated,
poisoned,
defunct,
perpetually crucified,
and we never even noticed.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Lines They See – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Anomaly – VJs Weekly Challenge

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The Lines They See

I leaned against a friend the other day,
they shook their leaves in welcome
though it may have been the breeze,
and we looked out at all before us and
noticed how people seemed to love
variety and creativity,
yet lived stultified in a gridded lock
like a mangled paste tube
all squeezed out,
with nothing left but
lines to follow in fruitless purchase
of who knows what,
frowning on those who live outside
the lines they see,
not realising that the
irregularities they fear to indulge
are in truth,
the very life that nurtures.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Demulcent Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Balm – RDP Monday

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Demulcent Love

The wounding of living runs deep
though I sometimes do not speak it,
and sometimes I’m unaware
till a time of its awakening
fully felt in all its bruising,
and I would hold these wounds,
these bruises,
and nurture the pain all the more
were it not for your soothing
whispers, your demulcent touch.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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