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A Mere Sequence – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Merril is hosting poetics with an invitation to write an ekphrastic poem offering a choice of four artworks. For more detail follow the link below.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – The Landscape Sleeps, Ekphrastic Prompt

I have chosen to work with John Atkinson Grimshaw’s ‘A November Morning’

“There is harmony in autumn, and a lustre in the sky ….” Percy Bysshe Shelley

A Mere Sequence

Autumn strips me bare,
my body crisp and cool,
like my footfall on a cinder lane
as I jar along the road of bones,
a calendar of seasons,
now arrested in dapple
for the briefest fleet,
a mere sequence in the scheme
unknown to mortals,
evidenced only by the falling leaves
who whisper until I notice that
nothing is permanent and,
how light I am.


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And Then There Were None – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Day 30 30.11.22 The final day.

Prompt: And [blank]

And Then There Were None

Yesterday was the tomorrow I delayed,
I confided this to our friend the frog
who had inhabited our pond these past months,
I spoke of grand gestures,
of lights turned off,
cloth and paper bags,
rain water,
solar power,
all for the good of the land,
but bought that item we needed,
so much plastic and foam,
and when I returned to the pond,
the frog had gone,
and then there were none.


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Sign Of The Times – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Day 9 9.11.22

Prompt: create a title by filling in the blank – [blank] … of the … [blank] then write a poem for it.

Sign Of The Times

I want to hurl epitaphs at the world
broken by your intentional ignorance,
asphyxiating life,
stealing hope as,
misty eyed,
you rescue the very last dollar
from extinction.


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I’m Not Kicking Back -a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Day 7 7.11.22

Prompt: Adaptation

I'm Not Kicking Back

The future can no longer be held in the past,
no room for denial now
this drama is nonfiction,
times have changed,
my lawnmower has less employ
but I'm not kicking back,
not until my garden is water wised,
or my soap ceases to kill fish,
the templar in me crusades
against the plastic scourge 
that has evangelised my life.
Who would have thought
I'd be conserving water,
checking labels,
sorting bins,
reducing travel,
whatever it takes to reduce
my impact,
my footprint,
my legacy,
protecting sentient life
on this rare earth.
I can't undo the past,
but I can do the future,
I'm taking a darwinian line,
adapt or perish,
demise is not my game.


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The Question – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: DariuszSankowski at pixabay.com

“No human being, however great or powerful, was ever so free as a fish.” John Ruskin

The Question

The question formed in my mind,
do fish ever swim backwards,
but I guessed it to be true enough,
for what can go forwards
can surely go backwards,
humans do it so well,
and a new question formed,
do the scales of a fish prise open
as they swim backwards?
And I wondered, naturally,
how this might feel.


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Does It? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Rain along the Blackwood River.

“The sound of rain needs no translation.” Alan Watts

Does It?

Does it rain in the city
like it rains in the countryside,
where the organic myth has taken hold,
and rain is more rain than anywhere?

But that is merely a parochial opinion,
though the man at the bus stop has
a bag over his head and no coat,
and he is slowly being drenched
in his obvious denial.

Rain is rain on any plain,
or so it is widely held,
even so, it is felt differently and
without a lie, it rains in the city,
but is it real like the rain in the 
country where the sky is open?


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Storms – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Storm coming in off the southern ocean off Augusta, Cape Leeuwin.

“You are not controlling the storm, and you are not lost in it. You are the storm.” Sam Harris

Storms

Storms seem to appear,
the wind suddenly announcing 
laden clouds in convocation darkening,
lightening pierces the night while
thunder rattles more than windows,
the ensuing deluge momentarily deafens,
and just as suddenly, calm returns,
as if nothing happened.
Somedays my storms just seem to appear,
though never suddenly leaving.


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In The Forest – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

In this poem I have riffed on a line from ‘Sometimes’ by David Whyte the line is: “Sometimes if you move carefully through the forest.”

Photo: Beelup National Park, Mundaring.

“If you go off into a far, far, forest and get very quiet, you’ll come to understand that you’re connected to everything.” Alan Watts

In The Forest

Sometimes 
if you move carefully through the forest,
you might just hear your own dreamings
in the wind rustled leaves,
or see the loud beauty of a dew drop
preserved in such silence,
it is pristine at noon,
perhaps too the interventions 
of the raven's musings might 
raise resonance of feeling,
like the touch of damp humous
to the nose, or moss to the skin,
eucalyptus flavoured rain drops
splattering from leaves,
sending memories,
inspiring ideas,
leading me onwards.


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Below is Whyte's poem:



Sometimes   by David Whyte

Sometimes
if you move carefully
through the forest

breathing
like the ones
in the old stories

who could cross
a shimmering bed of dry leaves
without a sound, 

you come
to a place
whose only task

is to trouble you
with tiny
but frightening requests

conceived out of nowhere
but in this place
beginning to lead everywhere.

Requests to stop what
you are doing right now,
and

to stop what you
are becoming
while you do it,

questions
that can make
or unmake
a life,

questions
that have patiently
waited for you,

questions
that have no right
to go away.

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Perhaps It’s The Cypress After All – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse guest host Jo is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about scent.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – A World of Common Scents

Photo: State Forest reserve in Kirup, Western Australia, forests have their own, very complex scents.

“She stood for a long time breathing in and breathing in, the scent of the trees ….” Margaret Atwood

Perhaps It's The Cypress After All

Cypress stirs my body memory,
so too the wattle blossom of winter,
ah, yes, the wet dog after rain at the
salted, seaweed strewn beach remains,
along with cinnamon toast on a cold 
night's mist, the sweat of love pulsing
my inarticulate flesh, simple scents, 
the easy embodiments of youth.

But what of the hidden things,
is there a scent for wisdom or
compassion, is there a scent for 
soul, for reflection? 

Perhaps it's the cypress after all.



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What Dawns? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Linda is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write using the word morning or its forms.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Morning Has Broken

Photo: dawn over the Blackwood River, the winter clouds accentuate the sun.

“Every morning is a new arrival.” Rumi

What Dawns?

Sometimes I wish I could hold onto
mornings and slowly sift the feelings of 
possibility that capture a sense of being, 
holding them in a gentle net,
rather than release them into my wild,
to reflect on what it is that dawns 
in me.


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