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To Let It Go – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night – 243

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To Let It Go

To let it go
a wrench of the self
that old school book
an identity so dull now
so precious then,
is it that I yearn for what was,
all I could be,
or, is it that I am less settled now
in my certainty?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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I Am Of Sorts – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – In My Element

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Image: webgranth.com

 

I Am Of Sorts

I am dressed in myself
a wicker of caught things
a mudling of all things
growing,
melding,
like a time capsule
ever expanding into
the unknown serpentine flow
yet too, though
encrusted of forms,
not hindered
or weighed down,
at least
in this prescient moment,
supernova,
a noe
of sorts.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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That To Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse poets – Theories

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That To Love

Ologies and osophies abound
like turgid solipsisms
clouding the mind,
I am this and this is mine,
lines and banners
scowl and grimace,
but there is one thing
above all,
to love others as
you would of yourself
that golden rule
a crown of the heart
that ever expands,
as Hubble once showed,
or that the One is
ever becoming,
a similar plane
underpinned by
an unconditional
outward gifting
of love,
of self
the beauty of when
theory becomes practice.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Complicated – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Up – Quadrille

 

This is entirely antithetical

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Complicated

It’s complicated
but then it always is,
if maybe could be yes
and more certain
I might take that risk,
why spoil the moment with
a probable no?
Besides,
she has no clue
and if I even hint
the jig might well be up.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Her Gift Remains – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night – Journey With Me

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Photo: found at birdlife.org.au a female Splendid Fairy Wren (often colloquially called Blue Wren).

 

Her Gift Remains

 

Today’s first gift
flew close by me a
flutter of wings that
I felt before I saw her,
she came alongside
hopping from shrub to shrub
just ahead of me
watching, trilling,
as if heralding,
and, at last she waited
or so it seemed,
and as I drew level
she looked at me intently
and, as it were,
I’m certain she smiled
cocked her head
as if hello
then took her leave,
yet ever present
her gift remains.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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On Edge – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Limbo – dVerse Poets – Poetics

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On Edge

Your circular saw intrusion
slicing the air,
unwelcome jolt
my emotions raw
jangled,
as the door shuts
tension remains
your departure
leaves the air unresolved,
like a tightrope
I’m on edge
with the day.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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‘saint’ – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poetics – On myths and Legends

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Image: Rogier van der Weyden 1432, Oil Painting. ‘Saint George and the Dragon’

 

‘saint’

Trojans lurking
evil was everywhere
and truth was not
George white hat
fired up the mainframe
password ‘saint’
and put up a shield
using plain C
located target
and typed,
ipconfig and
proceeded
-bgrun
the dragon’s lair,
now to execute,
simple shortcuts
-shutdown
-kill

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Once Again – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Rise – dVerse Poets – Quadrille

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Image: Honore Daumier’s painting “The Uprising” 1860.

 

Once Again

The bakery opened with a flourish
and the baker said,
“rejoice, eat cake”
but soon he only offered
stale breads, yet
the people continued to pay,
timidly accepting his insult
without thought, but lately
I’ve been feeling that our
yeast will rise once again.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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April – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night 241 – April

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Notably, April is autumn in Australia and is less visually distinct, except for the introduction of deciduous plants which change colour and shed their leaves. In contrast most eucalypts shed all year round, and the only noticeable colouring of autumn is the green grass. But in the northern hemisphere it is spring. April means, following the Latin aperire, to open. I’m going with spring for this poem.

 

April

She was more than a little shy,
slow to blossom and
reluctant to show,
she clung to the covers of winter
fearing she’d catch cold,
but one warm day she unfurled
her buds so beautiful
limbs slender yet full
her nakedness was
utterly bewitching,
but only for a moment,
what really captivated
was the way she opened
inwardly for everyone
and touched the eyes
of their hearts.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Shadowy Mawk – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Love the words

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If you wanted an example of nonsense … here’s a pile 🙂

Shadowy Mawk

Shadowy mawk of an open crypt
you dust-tongued wizened husk I smell
skulking, grave-groping, gurgling mass
of a griddle slack squawk eternal,
a mere muffle-toed peep
or sad gingered scrape,
such a hare-heeled fluvial flunk
ever to creep horror loathed
mickle-hearted or
sulphur scrack.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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