#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge
Day 29 29.11.22
Prompt: Write a poem about truth.
Is Love Impotent? That beautiful Jew down in Palestine said to that dullard Pilate, who had never taken flight in his life, truth is how you live by the measure of love, an iteration for sure, yes, and how hard could that be, to simply love as you love , can this never be done, is love impotent? Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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At dVerse Mish is hosting poetics with an invitation to write a poem using three words or more from a selection. My choices are: Orenda (mystical force), Querencia (place from where strength is drawn) and Isolophilia (preference fro solitude).
dVerse Poets - Poetics - There's a word for that "They simply never understand, do they, that sometimes solitude is one of the most beautiful things on earth?" Charles Bukowski
Beyond This Moment Orenda down the slopes of mountain minds and valley redoubts of no intention, comes opportunity, that moment of desire, a la querencia, the turning of soul for home in a quietude of frame, longing in sighs for an end to rivers of noise while rejoicing in shivers of gaze, a patient isolophilia that sits so lightly it slips easily past our defences and undoes the palisades of the heart, inviting dreams and other worlds. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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“People have always wanted answers to the big questions.” Stephen Hawking
I Have A Question You lit the candle and said the words, you turned six times and stirred the dust, you drank the bitter herbs and danced, calmness descended, peace emanated, perhaps it is the repetition in dark times that helps, but are these rituals marking time, a deja vu that holds a pattern, are they a tourniquet that restricts any forward flow, or do they protect you from falling to the past, or do they imprison you in disintegrated worlds? Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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At dVerse Linda is hosting Poetics with an invitation to use a line (choice of eight lines) from a James Harrison poem as an epigraph.
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Songs of Unreason
“I don’t know what happens after death but I’ll have to chance it.” from ‘Desert Snow” by Jim Harrison
To Live So many the schemes of fall, whose tentacles sliver and snare the unwitting, hapless traveller looking for meaning, while insuring, forestalling, the one dark door of mystery beyond all knowing, even of a simple kind, and whose edge dominates even the philosopher's mind; seeds fall and seasons process down the hall of time, but I'll not invest in any scheme, the reveal can only be lived. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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“We must always change, renew, rejuvenate ourselves; otherwise we harden.” Goethe
Dancing Days Will Come Today I cannot remain in the subtle mask that has adopted an acceptable contentment that that covers a multitude of juiceless moments, an angst in a cloud of unknowing, but today I am knowing the haze in which I dwell is ever bound in the imprint of every breath, yet, like a moth to a flame, I am drawn continually to the inviting shimmer of light on my horizon that is shouting depression days are over, dancing days will flourish deep within the well of my soul. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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“I am aware that I am less than some people prefer me to be, but most people are unaware that I am so much more than what they see.” Douglas Pagels
By what prism am I,
that uneven self of self,
a composite of conventional norms,
or the spaces of my daily habits,
layers of false true selves
a rare glimpse of the who
I am and am not,
never really defined, though
partially admitted nine to five,
but ever incomplete,
arriving at myself time and again,
to change would be to risk the
imperfection of the who
I am becoming.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Photo: Flat Rock, along the Blackwood River.
“Your sacred space is where you can find yourself over and over again.” Joseph Campbell
The fruit of adolescence recaptured
that old reckless abandon,
a fearless letting go returned
as I came across the first stone,
I was moved, overcome, and I cast
myself upon the sweet-smelling earth,
kicking off my shoes in a Moses moment,
daring to touch this sacred ground
the very core of me.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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“This body, full of faults, has yet one great quality: Whatever it encounters in this temporal life depends upon one’s actions.” Nargarjuna
You said words which cannot be undone
and in the simple math of cause and effect
how I reacted determined my pain and
gave grounds for yours
should you choose to nurture it so,
but in the end we chose to
hold that space and
find a balanced view,
sowing forgiveness and reaping love,
then suddenly finding that
the words had gone,
as if a thunderstorm had
watered the earth and passed over
without event.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Photo: Uluru at sunset, a calm and peaceful place, an ancient place, a deeply spiritual place.
“belief, like love, must be voluntary.” John Updike
Of orthodoxy there is no real centre
except of ink on paper
where imagination dies
a thousand deaths
in a rut of doctrines and dogmas
that pierce the heart
and erase the future,
imprisoning vision,
punishing hope,
and yet we are all heterodox
bringing our creative spice
to the great universal stew,
an ever changing recipe.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Photo: Borannup Forest, an autumnal hue.
I sat in the sun
as summer gave way to autumn while
I listened to the earth’s perambulation
as Solomon waxed lyrical
about all manner of things binary,
I drifted off at some point
becoming more aware of
how things blend and meld
how discontinuity and dissonance
are ever turning in my days
and how perennial experience can be
in the cycles of life,
most especially when we think we’re done
with all of that stuff,
I was struck by the miscellany of seasons
and how nature turns up
without Gregorian appointment
in a kairosian space
where all is awakening
and where peace with everything
is never too late.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Note: Καιρος (Kairos) is a Greek word from ancient times that carries the meaning of opportune time, more specifically in Jewish and Christian thinking it carries the meaning of God’s timing. I have bent the word to make kairosian.
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
Korean cooking, restaurants, and delivery foods
poet and author of The Light in the Cave
A place to freely express emotions and ideas.
Home of Democracy Jones
Man is a self-conscious nothing. ~Julius Bahnsen
"That I may publish with the voice of thanksgiving, and tell of all thy wondrous works." Psalm 26:7
Welcome to poetry and poetic imagery
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