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That Feeling – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

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“Let a thousand wrangling desires become one love.”  Rumi

That Feeling

That feeling
when the days run to sighing
and longing
because you sense
there is something more,
and sitting,
but not wanting to, rather
desiring to take to the ramparts
of the moment and fully possess them,
to pluck out meaning
and make sense of the world
as if to clear the rain drops from
a window and see
what you have always seen
for the first time,
and know it like an old friend.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Forever – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Waiting

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“For a while” is a phrase whose length can’t be measured. At least by the person who’s waiting.”   Haruki Murakami

 

Forever

She recalled and awareness of the past
which also became the present,
a horological antechamber
of present moments,
never departed, never arrived at,
but always the injunction of elders,
well intended, yet impossible,
the delicate even delicious
moment of knowing that
waiting is forever.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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I wonder – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Prosery

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Photo: the majestic Karri trees at Boranup.

The dVerse Prosery is hosted this week by Merril and the line to use is “These memories were left here with the trees.” from ‘How to Write a Poem in a Time of War.” by Jo Harjo. Using that line create a piece of prose of 144 words.

 

I Wonder

I wonder what happened here before I am. This one tree might speak of so much. But what might a forest speak? A grove of knowledge no cloud could carry, a living intelligence that pales Plato, or the vast paucity of philosophy. Each bole a reliquary of life’s passage, each annual ring a repository of a truth greater that the sum of what we call knowledge. O to be grounded in the strength of your heartwood and risk the sky, or to shelter in your caress and know love, to know what you know, to sup from your fount. Evanescent, history passes, held by your compassionate gaze. Of owls and wars, lovers and seasons, for each an ossuary caringly covered by your blankets and, until the one who knows as you know, that only love uncovers, these memories were left here with the trees.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com.

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Noctuary – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Descriptive Detail

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“Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.”  Langston Hughes

Noctuary

Dreams are like a Dalian reality
melting the fantasy of my waking life,
how else would mist filled lakes call me
to tree lined shores in desirable lands,
where clearings happily appear
and docile waves lap the sand,
somehow, intuitively, you just know
that a cipher will appear,
though more subtly than desired,
why the ornate and bejewelled
viking dragon-boat like molten gold
drifting through the mist?
And you know it’s not the boat,
but the gift borne within it
that will gestate and stay with you
for an eternity,
dreams are like that.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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There Are Times – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Madness 2

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“The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek.”  Joseph Campbell

 

There Are Times

The thin thread of the real
never leaves me,
though it stretches to breaking
and there are times that I must
dissociate awhile
to live in beauty and ponder
the possibility of the good,
to live inside
while outwardly existing amidst
the clouds that presage
an ugliness of life undoing
my existential fortress,
of which I can do little
until it can pass,
it’s a struggle when your
inside is out and your
outside is in.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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It Had Wandered – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Madness

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“It is only through mystery and madness that the soul is revealed.”  Thomas Moore

 

It Had Wandered

If only she could paint them,
but the colours were all wrong
they were coming too fast
and speaking real slow,
collecting at her temples
and bursting in her ears
while the words on the news-stand
started flying and though
she tried, she couldn’t catch them
and put them back except that
one word, evol, which
creased her brow and
made her hide inside herself,
till I turned it around
at which she cried and laughed
and held her head and
sang a song,
even so, she didn’t trust that
word, it spoke of all the wrongs,
a wasted life and a cruel hope
just out of reach,
but there was no madness in her,
it had wandered down the street.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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No One Dares – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille

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“forcible intercourse with one individual is called “Rape” and raping thousands of individuals at a time is called “Politics.”  Srinivas Shenoy

 

 

No one Dares

It’s a politicians job to lie,
but the public need a facade
window dressing
with dummies and all,
emperors without clothes,
and no one dares shout out,
we now serve the politicians
as they once served us,
but I wish they’d just nick off.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Unnoticed – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

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“Until they become conscious, they will never rebel.”  George Orwell ‘1984’

 

Unnoticed

Naturally
the watchers watch,
even of themselves they dutifully report,
but no one watches the watchers
while they are watching you
not watching,
benignly trusting
so unaware of the surrender
made without flag or treaty
folding so easily it went unnoticed,
and nothing seems different at all,
unless, of course,
you dare to have an opinion.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Take Flight – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics- Using the Art of Beverly Dyer

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Art Work: Beverly Dyer – ‘October Feathers’ provided by dVerse Poets.

 

“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.”  Emily Dickinson

 

Take Flight

Questions dawned
as I wandered the edge of my garden,
the borders of my day,
I stooped to retrieve a feather
which answered my question,
“How shall I?”
with such a lightness,
that spoke,
“Take flight Little bird,
take flight.”

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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Resident Ghost – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: my wife’s cat – a Rag Doll called Misty.

 

“Cats are intended to teach us that not everything in nature has a purpose.”  Garrison Keillor

Resident Ghost

Shadows along the wall
imperceptibly moves the curtain
furtive, secretive gambit
of a resident ghost,
a collection of bugs,
how did they congress there?
Mat askew and a clump of hair
on my folded trousers,
under the bed
glinting eyes eerily stare,
then darkness.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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