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Like A Version – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Don’t compromise yourself – you’re all you have.” John Grisham

Like A Version

I'm not sure where to start,
looking, always looking,
for something beyond the
in-between, that place where
nothing is familiar, where risk 
rises, even for a moment, 
until curiosity calls me to
let go and play at new versions
of me in those unknown spaces,
where nothing is certain, only
versions of me.


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Galleons Rising – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Bjorn is hosting Meeting the Bar with an invitation to write a poem using the form cadralor or to write a poem about the author Abdulrazak Gurnah who won the Nobel Prize in Literature.

dVerse Poets – Meeting the Bar

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“The stars, like dust, encircle me in living mists of light ….” Isaac Asimov

Galleons Rising

(1) The place of my being is so deeply wounded,
    though unrelated to what we might agree as original
    innocence of knowing, perhaps an unknowing if,
    truth be told, of all that has passed through me.

(2) What of the night darkened soul that lies behind
    my moistened eyes of longing for the white dove,
    to see the road clearly now the map has ceased,
    while clouds press inwardly to the journey.

(3) Grey winter has pleased not one of its friends,
    offering the discomfort of predictable uncertainty,
    the continuity of intermittent falling patterns
    going deep to the bones of an unframed life.

(4) The eastern shore of the lake clear yet impenetrable
    leaving the tortoise to carry its own burdens,
    those dreams of galleons rising to the stars far,
    collecting surprises along life's paradoxical way.

(5) Do you know the field of expectation's weediness,
    un-mended fences demand no sense of belonging,
    the place is riddled with interlopers of no conscience,
    time to slip away free-range, ebullient, rising.


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The Aunt – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo by Toni Ferreira from Pexels

“Well-behaved women seldom make history.” Laurel Thatcher Ulrich

The Aunt

She was cool when I was nine,
all cigarettes and wine, much to
my mother's chagrin, and worse,
she was accused of trying to be
Jacki O, scandalising my puritan 
mother with tales of affairs and 
raw lust that were fun to eavesdrop 
even if they weren't completely true,
but as they say, where there's smoke 
there's fire; when I was twelve she 
was all bikini and laughter, the best of 
hosts, the life of the party, unlike the 
mausoleum gathered around her;
when I was fifteen she liked to tease,
all topless and conversed excitement,
and the days drifted as did time,
until one day, a note said she'd gone,
the eulogy said lover of life and I
guess she gave me some.



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Poem For Ilhan Sami Comak – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: From peaceinkurdistancampaign.com The Kurdish poet Ilhan Sami Comak who has been imprisoned for 27 years on false charges – the European Court of Human rights has ruled that his conviction is unlawful.

“Books and all forms of writing are terror to those who wish to suppress the truth.” Wole Soyinka

Poem For Ilhan Sami Comak

Once there were two birds,
but isn't that always the case,
one came and sat at my window,
the other sat perched in a cage,
and though the one left the window
for the trees, it sang its freedom
in seeking my food, while the caged 
one had no such concern and gave 
itself instead to singing its freedom
to the world.


Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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For more on Ilhan Comak follow the links:

Ilhancomak.wordpress.com

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PEN International

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As Before – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Mish is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to use the word or its forms – Smudge.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Smudge

Photo: The point where the brook feeds into the ocean – Ellensbrook – its indigenous name is Mokidup.

“The land knows you, even when you are lost.” Robin Wall Kimmerer

As Before

The wind pierced me so
in beautiful ways, of which
words fail in the telling;
clouds painted the sky,
touching your rays and I
took them by the hand,
knowing, as before, your
joy would wash the earth
and smudge my soul with
gratitude.

Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Luna On The Street – Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Frank is hosting Haibun, with an invitation to write inspired by the (northern) flower moon.

dVerse Poets – Haibun – Flower Moon

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Luna On the Street

Luna dropped her keys and bent to pick them up, and something unlocked in the very core of me. I pocketed my hands just in case they reached for the moon, which was no half moon, a fulsome globe that lit the scene and moved a tide within me that took me to places forgotten. I gasped.

She turned, intuitively , smiling a knowing smile, as if she knew my secret thoughts, dispelling all my shadows. she moved with sighing hips, more Friday night than Monday morning. Each step a fertility dance, a cycle blossoming before me. I was transfixed. And then, just as suddenly, she was gone.

Moon cycles dark nights
enticing the blushing stars
my bouquet blossoms


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Travelling In The Wilderness – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse, Sarah is hosting Poetics and has asked us to choose one of her selected titles for a poem.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Travels in the Wild

Photo: Eyre Highway, a side trail.

“The wilderness holds answers to more questions than we have yet learned to ask.” Nancy Newhall

Travelling In The Wilderness 

I transcended my compass,
feeling my way through the travail
of twixt and twain, learning not to 
hold my breath as the trail became
uncertain of itself as it meandered 
through the scenes and acts of my
stage as a collect of vagaries, testimony
to an amorphous life melded with 
lace wings and stringy-bark, and all
manner of slivery, silent coves as
irruption of mind in a mindless world
of discontinued annals, such is the way
of this wilderness road of discovery.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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In A Silence – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Mish at dVerse is hosting Open Link Night when we are invited to submit a poem of our choice. dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

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“The night is more alive and more richly coloured than the day.” Vincent Van Gogh

In A Silence

I love the quiet place where the trees
meet the water and where the stars are
welcomed as friends who speak in a 
silence felt marrow deep as they search
my dark corners, lessening the dull
concerns of days lost of light and take me
once again colouring outside the lines of 
the narrow, and out, out beyond, to the 
potent throb of life that lives in the veins
of my freedom.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Hollow Fruit – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Power is actualised only when word and deed have not parted company.” Hannah Arendt

The Hollow Fruit

I fertilised my mind and
pruned my soul with 
eager waiting as the fruit
of life began to ripen with 
anticipation, and soon I 
placed the melon, all glossy
and firm, on my table for 
sacrifice, and I took my 
knife and sliced it open,
only to find that it was 
devoid of seed and lacking
in good fruit, a false promise
and a sterile facade of all that
I'd hoped, perhaps imagined,
that would be mine, and I 
felt empty inside.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Best – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Where words are restrained, the eyes often talk a great deal.” Samuel Richardson

The Best

It was the best conversation,
not a sound,
but the curtains of her mind
were flung wide and
the sapphire panes of her
soul gave intimate insight
to the held desires she 
cherished above all things,
once hidden from the world,
offered now, not as sacrifice,
but as silent gift.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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