At dVerse guest host Sanaa has invited us to write exploring erotica as a literary genre (what makes a poem erotic?).
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Erotica
“Speechless, we made love in mist and clouds.” Lan Ling
More She smiled as she teased two cherries with her glistening lips, rolling their smoothness around her eager tongue, grazing them gently until they surrendered their sweet juice upon her chin, and he smiled as she took two more. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
Rosemarie at dVerse has invited us to write a poem using the word wheat, or any of its derivatives. dVerse Poets – Poetics – Wheat
“In the very end of harvest, scarcity and want shall shun you; Cere’s blessing so is on you.” Ceres – ‘The Tempest’ Act 1V Scene 1 – William Shakespeare
The Very Fruit Mungo hummed a tune as he circled the paddock in steely revolutions, a sacrifice to the gods as the whirling blades cut swathe after swathe of golden denison, the very fruit of Ceres hips, sown broad in ripe April's arms detined to crust his lips with loaf and brew along that old Friday fertility rite, and Mungo hummed a tune. ©Paul Vincent Cannon Notes: Denison is a wheat strain used in parts of W.A. Ceres is the Roman goddess of the growth of food plants.
Lisa at dVerse has invited us to write a poem using the word (or derivative of) clown. dVerse Poets – Poetics – Clowning Around
“Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.” Anais Nin
Only Dreams We were agog in teens town, all oxford bags and platforms and we knew that the answers were always at the back of the book, there were no questions then, only dreams to be made true, including Romy, but she left the party early, restless as always, "Mate, don't be a clown, go after her" they urged as if it were a sport, but if it were the rules were unclear, and I knew that her street smarts would expose my innocent bravado, so I clowned inside. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Come Sail
Sarah at dVerse has invited us to write a poem about boats of any type.
“The way of a canoe is the way of the wilderness, freedom almost forgotten.” Sigurd F. Olson
In The Wake The dolphins are laughing while the grebe casts a wary eye as I cut a swathe through Neptunes land, gently gouging the surface my shoulders sway as the double-ended paddle crosses over, slicing the grey-green expanse, forcing it against itself as a passage of time in the wake of all that is. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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dVerse Poets – Poetics – Open Link Night
Lillian at dVerse is hosting Open Link Night where we post a poem of our choosing.
“Your task is not to seek love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.” Rumi
We Were We were talking about Plato as you do over wine and, soon enough, Descartes, just as I thought I thought I was for a mo, until we moved to the moderns when she confessed Derrida and all that jazz, waxing lyrical about deconstruction as I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, after which we were completely existential. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Merril at dVerse has invited us to write about revolution.
Dylan, The Who, The Rolling Stones, The Sex Pistols, and dozens more but the Beatles too …
“You say you want a revolution ….” Lennon, McCartney.
I'll Have Two We threw a cocktail party at the barricades last night, Molotov was served without olives and there was a riot with flags cast down, ideals thrown more quickly than any thoughts that might be given to them, and even though it wasn't very pretty, in spite of all that waste and blood, we gave our lives so that none would choke on the air thick and cloying with lies, and for the pleasure of wiping the smugness off the faceless puppeteers, for just one moment. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
Cartoon: Kirk Anderson of MolotovComics.com found out upworthy.com
I walk the streets,
I go into places and spaces,
I talk back
I stand my ground,
I question the police,
I speak a common idiom
and anticipate understanding,
a nod and a wink.
If I raise my voice, I’m assertive,
If I forget my wallet
it’s like, come back tomorrow,
I never have to think of my
colour or gender.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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