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A Grave Situation – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Day 18 18.11.22

Prompt: Write a funny poem.

A Grave Situation

Umbrellas for the funeral,
dress shoes clogged in mud,
the reverend stepped forward,
kept going,
sliding,
collecting the coffin along the way,
down they went with a splosh and thud,
a grave situation you must admit,
came the JCB,
came the ambulance,
came the funeral director,
life belts in a flood.
Seems the hole was too small,
the coffin wedged,
the pump had failed and
the whiskey priest flailed
to the bottom with dear mama.


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Dead Panel – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Day 16 16.11.22

Prompt: Write a panel poem

Dead Panel

Waiting for the tow truck
camped at the bar,
all the old guys suddenly experts,
it'll be this, it'll be that,
bound to be the transmission
or any of the myriad parts
named by those old guys,
my sister had one of those,
followed by thin recommendations 
of what to do solutions,
it's probably the carby 
said with mechanical gravitas,
truck arrived after the chorus
with mechanic in tow,
after which a verdict was offered,
the computer panel had died,
now the old guys are silent.


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Letting Go My Thoughts – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Day 15. 15.11.22

Prompt: write a thoughtful and/or thoughtless poem.

Letting Go My Thoughts

When I finally unpack the weekly shop,
so many different things I
put them all in their rightful places,
and then I close the cupboard doors,
sometimes with a sigh,
not resignation,
more a sense of anticipation.

As the candle flickers shadowing the room,
I close the door of my mind
having put aside all the stuff of the day,
and centered,
I repeat my word,
softly letting go of my thoughts
moving with the great tide.


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Detective Story – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Day 14 14.11.22

Prompt: Take the phrase ‘[blank] Story’ (e.g. Tall Story) to create a title then write a poem for it.

Detective Story

What does the evidence say?
We have everything needed,
don't need a hanging judge,
the clues are everywhere,
finger prints and DNA for miles,
nothing hidden,
you had no shame,
leaving your love all over him
for everyone to see,
even so no charges will be laid,
there's no crime here
except the little death.


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The World Cannot Hold – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Day 13 13.11.22

Prompt: Write an ekphrastic poem. I chose ‘Evening, Melancholy 1’ by Edvard Munch

The World Cannot Hold

I wonder,
was it the second dram or my under mood,
who knows, empiricism be damned,
this creeping darkness has me by
the thinness of my tender throat,
and I cannot make the sounds of words
necessary for the expected divination
that would lift the melan wide,
returning me to myself, 
why so fast, perhaps, and I think
it's true, the world cannot hold much
melancholia to itself, but I would
like to sit with it for a while.


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Heart Tides – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Day 12 12.11.22

Prompt: write a future poem.

Heart Tides

As mind's empires fade
the hope of hearts rise
past dystopian disjunctions,
where it is possible to breathe,
here the future becomes real
for the first time since fear,
since the sadness of endings,
which in this moment are transformed, 
becoming an urgency of hope without
abstraction, a glimpse of tomorrow,
something new,
hyperbole restrained,
nothing regurgitated,
no longer a field of dreams,
a field of tides,
turning where 
the conversation has begun.


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Dare I? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Day 11 11.11.22

Prompt: write a scary poem.

Dare I?

The chasm looms large,
dark edges frittering,
sand folding,
feet too near,
the wet of my back pools,
prickly skinned neck ripples
running my surface cold,
goosbumps rise,
mouth a dry drought,
the moment arrives,
dare I?


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Sign Of The Times – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Day 9 9.11.22

Prompt: create a title by filling in the blank – [blank] … of the … [blank] then write a poem for it.

Sign Of The Times

I want to hurl epitaphs at the world
broken by your intentional ignorance,
asphyxiating life,
stealing hope as,
misty eyed,
you rescue the very last dollar
from extinction.


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I’m Not Kicking Back -a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Day 7 7.11.22

Prompt: Adaptation

I'm Not Kicking Back

The future can no longer be held in the past,
no room for denial now
this drama is nonfiction,
times have changed,
my lawnmower has less employ
but I'm not kicking back,
not until my garden is water wised,
or my soap ceases to kill fish,
the templar in me crusades
against the plastic scourge 
that has evangelised my life.
Who would have thought
I'd be conserving water,
checking labels,
sorting bins,
reducing travel,
whatever it takes to reduce
my impact,
my footprint,
my legacy,
protecting sentient life
on this rare earth.
I can't undo the past,
but I can do the future,
I'm taking a darwinian line,
adapt or perish,
demise is not my game.


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The Boy In The Pond – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

#2022 November Pad Chapbook Challenge

Day 6 6.11.22

Prompt: Write a news poem.

Trigger Warning – poem is based on a news report about the death of a child

The Boy In The Pond

The fish stared back,
his eyes unmoving as they navigated around him,
curious of his presence,
he was so still they trusted him,
patiently he'd stayed for hours
floating among the lotus.

A dark cloud appeared over the water 
hands reached in taking him from them,
they watched the faces of the hands
turn white with tears running.

The lotus parted in somber lament
as they took him to shore while
the fish descended to the quiet deep,
wondering why the child had stayed so long,



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Note: Around 1992 a young boy, a toddler, went missing near our farm in winter. I joined the search, he was later, sadly, found dead, he'd drowned in the creek which was swollen with heavy rains. This poem is built around a story of a young boy who went missing and was later found dead in a pond in our capital - Canberra this morning. Adding to the sadness was the revelation that his mother and brother were found dead at the other end of the pond on Saturday. No details were given. It was impossible for me to turn away from writing about this, some things stay with us.

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