” A torpedo is adrift unless it has someplace to go.” Tim Allen
Never Certain Do we ever make the grade, or are we held in second place by strategic torpedoes of meaning moving in our direction, always waiting for the strike, never certain of understanding, cowering while waiting for something to connect, to make sense, feeling confused to the point that impact comes as relief. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
“Hope is the only good god remaining among mankind, the others have left and gone to Olympus.” Theognis of Megara (Greek elegiac poet)
Something Good Sometimes life can be like a pair of stockings, or a favourite jumper, it all looks good and fits so well, until that one moment, a tiny, sharp snag snares a thread and begins to pull, slowly, then gathering pace as it goes. But just as Pandora took the lid from her father's box releasing curses and unpleasant things, there remains hope within the tragedy, that something good, even though as yet unseen, is hidden at the bottom. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
At dVerse Sanaa is hosting poetics with an invitation to explore the genre of panegyric poetry.
“I’ve seen this moment in my dreams.” Hector (Iliad – by Homer)
Where Now The Sword Galant Hector, even under the mantle of Achilles, you are ever the evening star, beyond the dark sweetness of death, where songs regale your courage and the gods dare drink your health, where now the arrow, where now the sword that could spite your flesh, no grey for your hallowed head, ever the memory of your youth, your integrity in death untrammelled by Achilles. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ® Note: Homer's (the accepted author) poetic epic the Iliad is an a mazing piece of literature. In my view Achilles cheats and acts out of rage (grief) killing Hector, then dishonours the body until begged by Priam for the return of his son Hector's body. Hector seeks honour, mercy and justice, Achilles seeks revenge.
At dVerse Sarah is hosting poetics with an invitation to write about Persephone.
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Persephone
“Persephone had it right. If you must go, might as well take all of spring with you.” Cathy Lin Che
Choosing They say you traded innocence for pomegranates, such was the twinkle in your eye as you untied the umbilical cord, being very careful to bless the shadowy scapegoat of your choosing should you be discovered as desiring not one, but the best of both worlds, always wanting to be there, then here, never settled, unable to be complete unless in transit, blaming your heart's captors rather than admitting your fears, seeking the sun while living in your own shadow for all but yourself to see. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
At dVerse, Laura is hosting Poetics with an invitation to the Pleiades Form – seven lines of seven syllables, each line beginning with the first letter of the title which must be one word. dVerse Poets – Poetics – Stars That Count
“The Pleiades are there winking at me.” Ted Simon
Sighing Seven being perfection, spiritual without doubt, sisters floating like lovers sighing eternal yearns stargazing dreams like voyeurs, star dusting talis dreams of spacious, luscious liminance. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
Frank at dVerse is hosting Haibun Monday and the theme is Happy Halloween. dVerse Poets – Haibun – Happy Halloween
“I can see lights in the distance trembling in the dark cloak of night. Candles and lanterns are dancing, dancing a waltz on All Souls Night.” Lorena Mckennitt
The Keening
Moving, yet completely still within herself as night pressed in gently around her, she stopped in a felt moment and stood in what seemed a right place of heart. Her bare feet connecting the hallowed ground, she raised her arms to the stars and danced in saintly solace, this way and that. She keened for love departed, for all her loves departed. She keened for the unknown. As the stars passed her voice softened to a love song, for all the faces now present as she had re-membered them. Her eyes opened with morning warmth and a garland of dew.
Hidden beyond stars love remembered in thinness as lotus shines. ©Paul Vincent Cannon Note: the ancient Celts always believed that the spirit world interacted in special moments in "thin" places, the place between the secular and the spirit world was thin, touchable, knowable. Most often these thin places were in groves. Celtic Christians carried this into their own theological world view.
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Rosemarie at dVerse has invited us to write a poem using the word wheat, or any of its derivatives. dVerse Poets – Poetics – Wheat
“In the very end of harvest, scarcity and want shall shun you; Cere’s blessing so is on you.” Ceres – ‘The Tempest’ Act 1V Scene 1 – William Shakespeare
The Very Fruit Mungo hummed a tune as he circled the paddock in steely revolutions, a sacrifice to the gods as the whirling blades cut swathe after swathe of golden denison, the very fruit of Ceres hips, sown broad in ripe April's arms detined to crust his lips with loaf and brew along that old Friday fertility rite, and Mungo hummed a tune. ©Paul Vincent Cannon Notes: Denison is a wheat strain used in parts of W.A. Ceres is the Roman goddess of the growth of food plants.
De at dVerse has invited us to write a poem about or around mermaids. dVerse Poetics
“The most dangerous creature in all the seas: a mermaid.” (Hook) J.M. Barrie
This Drowning Life Mermaids are very real, not those bare breasted beauties, half fish teasers who tempt sailors to their watery grave with sung promises of seduction offering the world for one single embrace, no, real mermaids are in our midst, teasers of the hight street whose seduction is so complete, they drown us in our own desires. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Sarah at dVerse has invited us to write using senses, just as Roy did on Bladerunner with that famous speech: “I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe …”
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“Not every cloud which darkens the day brings rain.” Heitharvega Saga.
Bach was playing fugues
as the storm clouds crossed my coast
and the Valkyries couldn’t decide
whether Midgard or Asgard
were calling me,
something was brewing,
my chest was tight and
I was on edge, I couldn’t
quite put my finger on it,
I was between worlds
but I knew that what came next
would possess me.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Laura at dVerse has challenged us to take a line of Pablo Neruda and create a riposte or rejoinder.
I have chosen “Why did the grove undress itself only to wait for the snow.” Pablo Neruda
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“What is to give light must endure burning.” Victor Frankl
The confessional moment is pending,
an absurdist response,
to excoriate and purify
the hidden
by a letting go
a shedding of pretence,
no room for Janus
though Sisyphus is close,
tearing at the inane
letting the core settle
in a visceral landscape
where the cold burns,
let it be so!
For cauterised we are yet
emboldened,
strengthened,
readied,
for the new.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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Life is a Poetry
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