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We Raged – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – In The Time Of The Plague

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“Hope begins in the dark.”  Anne Lamott

 

We Raged

We raged against that suppuration
of darkness that swallowed the night
and laid waste to the light,
that consuming plague, which
wrote itself on the hearts
of unwitting bystanders
near the corner store,
or the park railings,
unpicked by sweating masks
whose tired incantations
wrenched large at death,
and laid in arks
the valley of flowers
hinting at the new Jerusalem,
we did not go gently.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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Illuminating – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille

De at dVerse has invited us to write a quadrille (44 words) on the subject of – What’s neither closed nor canceled.

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“Love is not a feeling in your chest, it is bending down to wash another’s feet.”  Andrew Peterson

Illuminating

From my sanctuary
I opened my window on life,
witnessing the sun illuminating
a single black cloud,
giving my all to this moment
I realized that my heart was open,
my spirit nourished,
and with bowl and towel
I washed the feet of strangers.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com.

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The Real – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

At dVerse Grace is hosting Open Link Night where we are invited to post a poem of our own choosing.

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“They are the chosen ones who have surrendered.”  Rumi

The Real

Ordinarily, power navigates life,
and we only surrender in that
moment when we can go no more,
because surely that is safe and
we have dignified our ego
and justified our place,
but the alchemy of life
conspires against us,
drawing us to rise to
the real hero’s journey of
courageous humility and that
strange discomfort of
scant attention to self.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com.

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Red Line – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Seeing Red

Sarah at dVerse has invited us to write a poem about the colour red.

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“If you accept the expectations of others, especially negative ones, then you will never change the outcome.”  Michael Jordan

Red Line

She wasn’t sure why
red had always unsettled her
in ways she couldn’t quite speak,
though she knew an answer
lurked deep within,
she put the book down
and occupied the window,
distracted, sighing,
trying to locate her feelings
which the red line had evoked,
a teacherly line,
forbidding, shaming,
a smallness crept in,
she felt it in her skin,
exposed to the world again.
A bird lighted on the sill,
now engrossed,
undone,
she left red
for another day.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Fiction – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Meet The Bar – Final Couplet

Frank at dVerse has invited us to write a poem, but which must end with a rhyming couplet.

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“Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.”  Marcel Proust

Fiction

The fetish of nostalgia reeks
like overripe banana in
an open bin on a hot day,
vanguard of decay in this
haunt of demons
waiting to persuade me,
to humiliate proud memories
that now enter the picture
distorted by time’s passing,
exposed hubris,
a repressive fiction
needing confessional diminution,
awaiting with shreds of contrition.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Birthed By Silence – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Now I Can See

Mish at dVerse has invited us to consider – what do you see? in relation to the world and our experience as we find it right now.

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Photo: canberratimes.com – supermarket shelves after panic buying. It seems to me that corvid-19 is a killer, but it not only kills the body, it kills our very soul.

 

“Be confidently assured that any gods we build will always have voracious appetites, and sooner or later they will gorge themselves on that which built them.”  Craig D. Lounsbrough

Birthed By Silence

A darkness creased the brow of Eden,
and pathos sang dirges as
questions came begging,
had we cast the god of this age
on that rude altar of fantasy?
A natal faith so naive
its store the rhetoric of largess.
What shall I call it?
What can I call it?
A sacrifice of truth?
But I digress, and
returning to the roots
of the crisis I wondered,
do we only ask important
questions when tragedy strikes?
A silence waits patiently in answer,
and I know that wise words are
birthed by silence.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Real Unreality – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Magic.

Linda at dVerse has invited us to write a Quadrille (44 words) on magic.

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“Magic lies in challenging what seems impossible.”  Carol Moseley Braun

 

Real Unreality

Reality is never anything but
an imperfect substitution laid
across the psychic landscape,
set to fool the mind’s eye,
a fickle reign, until
depth calls to depth
an un-curated magic of soul
from the crucible of rituals,
a real unreality of
healing disruption.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Paying Attention – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

Grace at dVerse is hosting Open Link Night, the night we contribute a poem without a prompt.

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“I dwell in possibility.”  Emily Dickinson

Paying Attention

In the midst of hostility
where the dry arid ground
desired to earth my bones
and break my roots,
there I conquered my fear,
that petty thief,
taking shelter in myself,
living into the
trace of thoughts embodied
in my ordeal of solitude,
paying attention to the
emerging, shimmering, horizon,
beckoning,
smiling.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Love Is There – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.”  Rabindranath Tagore

 

Love Is There

I’m not sure that I can trace beginnings or endings. Once I thought I could, but now I’m not so certain. The dualities of childhood eventually and thankfully slipped away in youth, so that sharp lines and edges, defined density of colours, even surety of perception, all faded in time. To just be in the moment seemed out of reach, until the great letting go, to surrender to ebb and flow without fear or seeking reason was, in the end, the greatest of joys. Even now I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended. But looking back, the question makes no sense. Starts and endings are merely endings and starts. You see love doesn’t start or end, it just is. Somehow I knew, know, that love circles, but I must trust and embody its seamless, wondrous, passionate rhythm.

 

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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The Plot – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Meet the Bar – Lists

Bjorn at dVerse has invited us to work with a list to write a poem.

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“There are four kinds of homicide: felonious, excusable, justifiable, and praiseworthy.”

The Plot

Some soap
tea
rope
you
choke
haggis
natal plums
insurance
nectarine
eggs,
the plot thickens.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Note: the acrostic works off strychnine.

Paul, pvcann.com.

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