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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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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

Photo: thelensflare.com

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


Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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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

Photo: pxhere.com

“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

Photo: strangesounds.com

“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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The Art Of Bludgeoning – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: forbes.com A seventy-five year old man was shoved to the ground, causing serious injury, the two officers have been stood down pending investigation. This must end.

RDP Friday – Protest

"We're not anti-police ... we're anti-police brutality."  Al Sharpton

The Art Of Bludgeoning 

We can't have peace,
take an oath,
take a badge,
now go,
be brave,
bludgeon that 
man,
woman,
child,
until their blood
redeems the views
of the marionette's
twisted predations,
laid bare on the 
altar of lies,
such is the denial
of protest.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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I have No Words – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: gettyimages.com

https://onewomansquest.org/2020/06/01/vjs-weekly-challenge-98- no-words/

"Racism is all over the world but justice is nowhere."  Areena Nadeem

I Have No Words

Decades of days have passed
whose shadows have lenghtened
like a pall on a coffin
in a dimly lit chapel
awaiting a prayer of light
to reveal the edifice collapsed,
the facade of politeness exposed
in every corner of a smug world,
where power is bound in abstraction,
whose currency is hatred,
whose anthems divide,
whose flags are merely shrouds
of deadly propaganda
laying waste to minds,
what has happened to humanity?
It is impossible to speak of it,
I have no words.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Glimpses – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: found on hubpages.com

Sarah at dVerse has invited us to write a poem about rain.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Rain

"Death most resembles a prophet who is without honour or a poet who is a stranger among his people."  Khalil Gibran


Glimpses

That lover of self,
a lifeless reality
where no flowers bloom,
pissed on the holy,
the book of justice his anger,
the book of love his leer,
a ruin of integrity 
disembled for all as
naked futility,
distorted fantasy
of the Jordan,
claims of Eden,
but only darkness 
speaks his voice lit with
glimpses of innocent light
in the distance of love,
O that justice would rain down.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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