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How Light I Am – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Laura is hosting Meeting the Bar with an invitation to construct a poem by using the last lines from the last twelve poems written or, use a last lines index from a book to construct from the poems of others.

dVerse Poets – MTB – In My End Is My Beginning

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“What do you want a meaning for? Life is a desire, not a meaning.” Charlie Chaplin

How Light I Am

Called Aphrodite
while mulling over the juice of my thoughts,
and then there were none,
is life always having to reduce to mere frippery,
and neither am I  or the things I hold close,
once you notice them
I never want to let go,
is love impotent,
navigated wreckage,
the next fully alive,
O how I wish I could see it,
how light I am.


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A Mere Sequence – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Merril is hosting poetics with an invitation to write an ekphrastic poem offering a choice of four artworks. For more detail follow the link below.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – The Landscape Sleeps, Ekphrastic Prompt

I have chosen to work with John Atkinson Grimshaw’s ‘A November Morning’

“There is harmony in autumn, and a lustre in the sky ….” Percy Bysshe Shelley

A Mere Sequence

Autumn strips me bare,
my body crisp and cool,
like my footfall on a cinder lane
as I jar along the road of bones,
a calendar of seasons,
now arrested in dapple
for the briefest fleet,
a mere sequence in the scheme
unknown to mortals,
evidenced only by the falling leaves
who whisper until I notice that
nothing is permanent and,
how light I am.


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I Never Want to Let Go – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lisa is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write about warmth.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Warmly

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“How we need a another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm.” Sylvia Plath

I Never Want to Let Go

Once,
in my teens,
an accidental encounter,
a broken power cable touching 
the metal I was holding,
filling me,
so warm and tingling,
I didn't want to let go,
Now when I hold you
it is so electric,
I never want to let go.


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Is Life Always Having To Reduce To Mere Frippery? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

One for two:

#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge

Day 25 25.11.22

Prompt: Write a serious poem

Also submitted to dVerse Poets – OLN hosted by Grace – the night we choose a poem to submit.

Is Life Always Having To Reduce To Mere Frippery?

Is life always having to reduce to mere frippery,
those ice cream feel good moments invoked
to ward off anything approaching a taxing frown,
or wrestling an unresolved disquieted question?

Those ice cream feel good moments invoked
as stave for anything that would reduce laughter,
or wrestling an unresolved disquieted question
that awakens in the recesses of my mind.

As stave for anything that would reduce laughter,
whatever comes to hand will do for combat
that awakens in the recesses of my mind,
rather than face the seriousness that perches there.

Whatever comes to hand will do for combat
to ward off anything approaching a taxing frown,
rather than face the seriousness that perches there,
is life always having to reduce to mere frippery?



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Aphrodite In A Glass – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Punam is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about whiskey or alcohol in some form.

dVerse Poets- Poetics – Cheers

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“Too much of anything is bad, but too much whiskey is barely enough.” Mark twain

Aphrodite In A Glass

Velvet tango,
slow, slow,
seductive,
a voluptuary,
warm,
smooth,
the heat of soothe,
to be sipped with intention,
rolled around the tongue,
swallowed with care,
strangely, 
it is masculine named
or geographically placed,
and yet in my experience,
whiskey is more subtle,
feminine and
called Aphrodite.


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Rattling Wind – Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Linda is hosting the Haibun with an invitation to write about Autumn’s Voice (aki noe koe). For details of Haibun follow the link below:

dVerse Poets – Haibun – aki noe koe

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“There is nothing so stable as change.” Bob Dylan

Rattling Wind

What rattles you? As for me, so few things. But one of the true things that rattles me is an unexpected breeze. Now it’s not that breezes are unwelcome, especially on a hot day, a stagnant day or after a bush-fire, they can be so cleansing. And yet. And yet a sudden breeze can rattle my soul, leave me feeling uneasy, even pining for change or some new moment, a moving on, a horizon yet unseen.

Unexpected breezes are the siren of the freeways, the moment of grief intruding on a pleasant day, the uneasy sense of a phone ringing when least anticipated, news of a death near to one’s soul. Just like someone jumping out in the quiet dark, or appearing out of context. The unexpected grief can be the bearer of such wonders, and yet evoke such shock.

What rattles me? As for you, perhaps, so few things, but as for me the unexpected breeze blowing beyond my control, beyond my understanding of the next moment. What is in the breeze? Its freedom, unrestrained, random, beyond who I am. It is time to make friends with the breeze, how else shall I make sense of it?

The wind blows so free
releasing my soul to me
O how change rattles



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Dear Alex – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Laura is hosting Meeting the Bar with an invitation to choose one of five book inscriptions and use it as an epigram, and they to write a poem.

dVerse Poets – Meeting The Bar – On The Fly Leaf

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The inscription I chose was:

“Alex – a few moments of reading pleasure in return for an evening of sensual delights. Denis” Jean Anthelme

Dear Alex

Dear Alex,
I've binned the bottles and stowed
the leftover chicken,
O what a night we had,
a drunken reverie fit for Bacchus,
like a game of twister gone wrong,
interweaving, interloping,
our glass always full,
I finished the cheese on which we supped,
and I washed your skirt that fell with grace,
which you left with haste as we dined with lust
upon our divine flesh,
salted with amour.


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Yestember – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sarah is hosting Poetics with an invitation to either take a line from Thomas Hood’s poem ‘November’ or just just say no. More detail by following the link below.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – No! Vember

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“Like abounds in upside downs.” Lorin Morgan-Richards

Yestember

Remember, remember, this is the Vember,
whether north or south,
cold or hot,
this is the noiest of months when
yesses are filed and held in contempt and,
despite the advent of virgins 
or the odd fine Claus,
this is the time to stymie the old plot,
to lose the lot of all previous plans,
setting aside all expectations,
saying no to no and yes to 
Yestember.



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Free – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse De is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write a poem and including some form of the word wing.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Winging It

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“I am a feather for each wind that blows.” William Shakespeare

Free

That one feather free,
seesawing,
swaying,
hanging on a note of breeze,
singing soft songs of oft wings,
and the great letting go,
the detachment risk,
no longer a flight of fancy,
now an adventure of self
awakening,
it is its own wing,
free.


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She Is Silence – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lillian is hosting poetics with an invitation to use one or more movie titles from the Razzies listed as line in a poem.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – A Razzie Or Two

I chose the movie title – The Lonely Lady (1983)

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“I am lonely, yet not everybody will do.” Anais Nin

She Is Silence

I've seen her before,
she's from every town,
heavy with sigh,
head to the ground,
she is silence within silence,
a reminder of a popular song,
disengaged,
eyes somewhere else,
feet never collecting dust,
her words make no sound.
Once she may have smiled,
even loved,
but now she appears to be
the lonely lady,
preoccupied,
staring through.


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