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Fiction – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Meet The Bar – Final Couplet

Frank at dVerse has invited us to write a poem, but which must end with a rhyming couplet.

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“Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.”  Marcel Proust

Fiction

The fetish of nostalgia reeks
like overripe banana in
an open bin on a hot day,
vanguard of decay in this
haunt of demons
waiting to persuade me,
to humiliate proud memories
that now enter the picture
distorted by time’s passing,
exposed hubris,
a repressive fiction
needing confessional diminution,
awaiting with shreds of contrition.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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The Going – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“All my life, following care along the dusty road, have I looked back on loveliness and sighed.”  Edna St. Vincent Millay

 

The Going

The road sat quietly on the plain
accentuating the unhiddenness of distance,
an intimacy exposed for what it is,
while trees, as ever, swept the verge
and the moon and sun cared for our steps,
but never for our direction,
just as Alice found,
it mattered nothing,
except in the going.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Truth – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poetics – Black History Month

Anmol at dVerse has invited us to write a poem focussing on Black History Month.

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“I have to make you conscious of the things you don’t see.”  James Baldwin

Truth

I saw the branches of yesterdays tree
where hemp fibres once held the
beauty of humanity as if it were
merely wrapping paper
to be discarded rather than loved,
strange how truth is pigmented
in the mind, yet colonises the heart,
so easily betraying the lies
we facade for the sake of niceties
while denying a generation.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Contemplative Action – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Action

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“A person sees in the world what they carry in their heart.”  (adapted) Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

Contemplative Action

The thought before the step,
seeing with the heart
while resting the mind,
standing, walking, sitting
with feelings that arise,
resisting pathologies,
those old avenues so familiar
that flow like winter rivers,
to burst that bubble and
dispel that echo,
to know the tender deep
intangible organic love
that awaits a birthing
as gift to the world,
in step.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com.

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She Said – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“When I think about you, I touch my elf.”  (Santa)

 

She Said

Chimneys are full of surprises
especially on the night before Christmas,
and when Santa finally arrived
I certainly jingled,
“Have you been a good boy?”
she asked with a twinkle,
“Yes” I carefully replied,
“Well, that’s about to change”
she said with a smile.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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The Devil Has A Clipboard – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The corruption of every government begins nearly always with that of principles.”  Charles  de Montesquieu

The Devil Has A Clipboard

The devil has a clipboard,
innocuous,
amorphous,
beady-eyed,
keeping score.
The devil has regulations,
no longer shy,
brazen,
not hiding in the detail
but living out in derision
and smug bastardry,
feeding on discomfort,
worse,
enjoying the powerlessness
of the confusion of
disavowed expectations
and the endless minutiae of
plausible impossibility
carefully tucked inside
shifting goalposts,
ever making promises and
snatching the joy away
just as the sweet and tender
seek to reach and trust.
The devil has a laptop,
keeping track,
seeking entrapment,
preying along the fault-lines
of desire and hope.
The devil has a home
inside your ballot box.
The Devil means well.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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It dies Before It Is Born – poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Satisfying

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“There will never be complete satisfaction in this life, satisfaction is an illusion …”  Amit Kalantri

It Dies Before it is born

What might we agree that is truly satisfying?
this definition of perpetual waiting
for the next moment or event in time,
what is satisfying is only in the moment
here now, gone tomorrow,
and, when the moment comes,
it dies before it is born,
and yet we go on seeking,
sometimes missing life
in hot pursuit of this
elusive experience.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com.

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As Love Awakens – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Friday – Decorated

“The henna on her hand, smells of his love.”  Lonely Bear

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As Love Awakens

To waken
where she’s always wakened,
just once more, before
her beloved enfolds her in his world,
the smells and sensation of this
moment will last long into memory,
the henna carrying more than its sum,
a cipher for waiting and longing
and pointing to a tear
that rends the heart, just as
it promises adventure,
soon the paste will dry,
it will fade and blur,
but not her love, her love
decorates her heart,
her love will shine
as she awakens.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Helpless – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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“stab the body and it heals, but injure the heart and the wound lasts for  ever.”  Mineko Iwasaki

 

Helpless

And you,
will you too take what is not yours
and steal away that which was mine,
and only mine to give,
rendering my giving impotent
and my rights void,
to assume my place
and take my breath as yours
the very pulse of my life
taken for granted,
your laughter echoing in
the chill of my mind,
and the applause of onlookers
so satisfied as
I lay helpless to prevent you.

 

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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