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Let It Be Extravagant – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Prosery – Meet Jane Kenyon

For this month’s prosery Victoria at dVerse has invited us to write our 144 words including the line “If it’s darkness we’re having, let it be extravagant’ from  Jane Kenyon’s poem ‘Taking down the tree.”

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“Night is a time of rigor, but also of mercy. There are truths which one can only see when it’s dark.”  Isaac Bashevis Singer

 

Let It Be Extravagant

As darkness dispels the day the city hums differently and thoughts turn from servitude to pleasure. The cemeteries quieten while night clubs howl, even louder on Fridays for a while. But darkness is only ever fleeting, even beyond the daylight night lights of the city centre, the edges of town are moonlit, starlit, ever so clear. Just so the inner, hidden selves of the working day come out so clearly at night. Under the cover of darkness we stop and play, and inhibitions have no hold or sway. Out of the sun or the office light, our true colours shine brightly, the real is about. Cavorting, carousing, and revelling we go, in darkness it’s safe to be us. And, if it’s darkness we’re having, let it be extravagant, for darkness is sharper than light. What is hidden in light is so clear at night.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Truth – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Black

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“The colour of truth is gray.”  Andre Gide

 

Truth

Grief is incontrovertible in black,
and depression, I’m told,
barks all night
and absorbs light in the day,
while white as light
is Jekyll and Hyde
in the woods,
no telling the deception,
but grey,
now there’s a venerable colour
that speaks truth.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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The Question – a Poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.”  Hermann Hesse

The Question

How
does one keep
more to the point,
what does one keep
who am I to keep anything and
isn’t keeping about wanting
about accumulating,
surely not a person,
and don’t animals keep us?
when I think of keeping,
it’s time to let go.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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I Cannot Be sure – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

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“A witch ought never to be frightened in the darkest forest … because she should be sure in her soul that the most terrifying thing in the forest was her.”  Terry Pratchett

I Cannot Be Sure

The darkly raven fixes me with beady eye
and discordant derisive rasp,
the briefest glimpse of silvered light
on fading leaves that shiver on
the breath of the restless ones
like tinsel in a breeze,
while the dank forest floor
slithers and creeps
in the litter of this quiet,
horned and winged things fill the air,
time slows and ice runs through my veins,
I turn to see what pricks me so,
a cloaken figure speaks
and yet there are no words
so I hearkened her eyes
which pierced me so
speaking long of dread,
of hers or mine I cannot be sure.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Between Worlds – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poets Pub.

Sarah at dVerse has invited us to write using senses, just as Roy did on Bladerunner with that famous speech: “I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe …”

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“Not every cloud which darkens the day brings rain.”  Heitharvega Saga.

Between Worlds

Bach was playing fugues
as the storm clouds crossed my coast
and the Valkyries couldn’t decide
whether Midgard or Asgard
were calling me,
something was brewing,
my chest was tight and
I was on edge, I couldn’t
quite put my finger on it,
I was between worlds
but I knew that what came next
would possess me.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Gone – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Prosery – All Hallows

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“Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortal.”  Emily Dickinson

 

Gone

He smiled as I lit a candle in memory, his face briefly illumined in the flare of the match. We reminisced, he and I, as we sipped our mulled wine in the quiet of the eve. Those days of school caps, soccer, steam trains, fish and chips in the high street, so many memories. We recounted all those souls who’d gone before us, choosing to redeem their lives by letting go their shortcomings and recalling their good side, to do otherwise would lack any sense of grace or humanity. The night drew long, and talk turned to he and I and all those years and some lost opportunities, the what ifs and maybes of life. I felt the tears welling, and as I blinked my eyes blurred. Eventually, as my eyes cleared, I looked up and saw that he was gone, until next time.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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It Is In Loving – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Polyptoton

At dVerse Poets Frank has invited us to use a Polyptoton in a poem. One example that comes to mind is from the well known ‘Prayer of St. Francis’ and the line “To be understood as to understand.” Or where the word form doesn’t change as in the Beatle’s “Please, please me ….”

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“This is the miracle that happens every time to those who really love; the more they give, the more they possess.”  Rainer Maria Rilke

It Is In Loving

There is no price
where love is known,
a value beyond all values,
you cannot capture
and make prisoner your desire,
love is not in subjugation,
purchase or control,
that is not love at all,
rather, it is in loving
that we are loved.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Readied – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse – Poetics

Laura at dVerse has challenged us to take a line of Pablo Neruda and create a riposte or rejoinder.

I have chosen “Why did the grove undress itself only to wait for the snow.” Pablo Neruda

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“What is to give light must endure burning.”  Victor Frankl

Readied

The confessional moment is pending,
an absurdist response,
to excoriate and purify
the hidden
by a letting go
a shedding of pretence,
no room for Janus
though Sisyphus is close,
tearing at the inane
letting the core settle
in a visceral landscape
where the cold burns,
let it be so!
For cauterised we are yet
emboldened,
strengthened,
readied,
for the new.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Wrestling Visions – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille

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“We are in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us ….”  John Muir

Wrestling Visions

Surely you know a spider’s web
all sheen of gossamer neatly strung
finely tuned to capture,
just like the web
that its my heart
which captures breathless
beauty that escapes words,
quivering with the slightest tremor
of the subtlest emotions,
my body wrestling visions.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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The Story Is Not The Story – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

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“There’s a lot of difference between listening and hearing.” G.K. Chesterton

The Story Is Not The Story

And to think that I was so accusing
that you were in fact listening
the whole time and
able to regurgitate the whole
of my conversation
line by line verbatim,
you really listened,
and yet you didn’t hear at all,
you didn’t hear the story
within the story, for the
story is not the story,
the story is merely the
carrier of the story within
the story.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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