“Doubt is not a pleasant condition, but certainty is absurd.” Voltaire
All In A Second Doubt, that husk building woodworm who creeps carefully under my glittering self-sureness, taking its time, waiting for the right moment to slot into my thought train, leaving me in a gently unsettled anaesthesia, disoriented, and without a map, all in second, until the winds of reasoned calm push aside the shadows letting the sun in once again. Copyright 2023 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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At dVerse Mish is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write about ice, or one of its word forms.
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“Dread is a sympathetic antipathy and an antipathetic sympathy.” Soren Kierkegaard
Those Moments There are moments forever in my throat where my heart resides, moments touched by conversations eavesdropped from my past, a knife, felt a fist, the phone call, that crash, he'll be alright the ambulance is here, chills run and my spine turns to ice. Copyright 2023 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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“I’m convinced we all are voyeurs.” David Lynch
The Eyes Have It The eyes see but the heart and mind battle interpretations, setting agendas making perceptions; on any one day something, anything might repeat never to be received the same, always a turmoil of filters and contexts, what once might be sublime at a turn in time might just be ordinary, after all, objectified life is still subjective like when a glimpse of intimate longing occurs - is it so simple and mundane, innocent, a nothing an invitation to memory, perhaps a reminder (to buy some roses)? The eye sees, the mind remembers, the heart plays its hand as it will. Copyright 2023 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All rights Reserved ®️
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“Withhold admiration from a narcissist and be disliked. Give it and be treated with indifference.” Mason Cooley
The Shattered Dream When it all just sits unmoving, like a clog of hair in a drain, and no amount of hoping will move it or restore the flow, knowing that when something is broken beyond repair, it cannot be put back together as you once dreamed it would, in that child's wistful eye, the mountain of dysfunction that will never be surmounted, leaving us all waiting for the moment that will never come. Copyright 2023 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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At dVerse Merril is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem using at least two titles from a selection of pod-cast titles.
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“The moment of change is the only poem.” Adrienne Rich
Heading Home, Not Lost It was as if I was never there, I spoke and no word would leave my mouth, those I knew turned away from me, I was but a stranger in their presence, no place felt like home, though I was not lost nothing seemed to fit, nothing made sense anymore, nothing was as before, and so I embraced it and went home by another route. Copyright 2023 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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“There is only one corner of the universe you can be certain of improving, and that’s your own self.” Aldous Huxley
What Emerges? Something emerges between the dry grass of noon and the last notes of an overture, as the last of the spirit is imbibed in an evening of introspection, that single moment in which the sole possibility arises where our past watches with regret, and how do we respond knowing our submission is death and hypocrisy brings censure, do we offer objection, see more clearly the self in the world and our part in all that is? What is met in this moment? Copyright 2023 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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“The patterns we perceive are determined by the stories we want to believe.” John Verndon
Invitation As we consume time for yet another trip around the sun the question remains, revolve or evolve? Revolve begs that we attend to our underlying repetitions, the patterns we pretend don't exist, that we keep hidden in the shadows so that we can't see them, though the whole world sees them and smiles that we pretend. Evolve invites an unknown, the departure lounge for places of no visa, transcending pathologies, landing in true self. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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“What you seek is seeking you.” Rumi
Once More With Feeling What are we talking about when we talk about desire? Perhaps I have already lost you in a haze or eroticism as you drift to boudoir and silken sweat, pardon me if I interrupt your subjective memoir, but isn't desire an infusion of everything, the good, the bad, even the mad? A repeating nudge to have, most likely something out of reach, beyond our capacity to control, the last item, the bird to be caged, a luxury lust, surely desire is more than love, isn't it both murder and possession? A response to suggestion, a marriage of icons, fictions of sensate memories, idealised intensities of wanting. More than that, isn't desire a return to feeling in a world that has fallen into disinterest and anxiety. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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“Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakens.” Carl Jung
Revision For over a decade almost standing still, an eternal prologue lived in a kind of conformity unwilling in a culture of good taste until, finally, profound changes, fragmented self recognised, at last dreaming long of a shift between dark and light, words laid bare out of thin blue air, yet to settle, yet to speak, sifting the codes for directions before they fade into a decade. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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“My grief lies all within.” Richard ll (William Shakespeare)
Was I? Was I acting out all those years when contention was the main course, when the presenting narrative was dressed, nurtured anger, the defence of victim in the guise of one wounded, worried, caring, burdened, concerned, responsibility assumed, how smooth, how blind, how real, perfectly flawed, what was I hiding, distracting, what was I wanting, needing, is that how I was? Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
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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
📍enthusiasm runs the world
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