“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. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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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
“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.
Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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“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. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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“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 All Rights Reserved ®
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At dVerse Mish is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to use the word or its forms – Smudge.
dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Smudge
“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 All Rights Reserved ®
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At dVerse Frank is hosting Haibun, with an invitation to write inspired by the (northern) flower moon.
dVerse Poets – Haibun – Flower Moon
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 All Rights Reserved ®
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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
“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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Mish at dVerse is hosting Open Link Night when we are invited to submit a poem of our choice. dVerse Poets – Open Link Night
“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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“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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“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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