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August 17, 2022 · 2:46 pm

When Water Dies – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sarah is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about one of the four elements: Earth, Fire, Water, Wind. I chose water.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – The Four Elements

Photo: Taken the day after a winter storm at Cape Leeuwin.

“They both listened silently to the water, which to them was no just water, but the voice of life, the voice of Being, the voice of perpetual becoming.” Hermann Hesse 

When Water Dies

The swash and slap of the limpid roll
for languid lolling in a temperate zone,
as flounder flap and take the bait
now unaccustomed to the oaken creak,
a gift from the depths suppered for two,
I recall the taste of salted lips that
burned even as I licked them so,
the smells are joy though my nostrils flare,
and I catch your weeds of no compare,
and my line is tangled, but without you 
I cannot bear the grief of dryness
that your death will bring,
and so I cup my hands that I may
drink one more draught of your 
wet love.


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August 16, 2022 · 1:38 pm

Being Sung To Life – prosery by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lisa is hosting Prosery with an invitation to write a piece of prose (144 words) including a line from the ‘Chambered Nautilus’ by Oliver Wendell Holmes Snr.

The line is: “Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings.”

dVerse Poets – Prosery – A Voice That Sings

“Practice listening to your intuition, your inner voice; ask questions, be curious …” Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Being Sung To Life

I’m not sure how long I sat, or conscious of the passage of the sky twins, sun and moon, or that I’d strayed from where I’d begun. Neither hunger nor other need pressed upon me as I Travelled my mind freely. Having lost my original intention, which I noticed was neither good or ill, it just was, I lost myself in myself seeking pieces of something that would make a picture, no matter how abstract.

I sifted and rolled thoughts as sweet things on my tongue, taking pleasure with each one. Initially this maze was a swirling mass, then suddenly, through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings my secret name. Just that. Nothing else was sung, but I implicitly understood its energy. Nothing was given, yet I received so much. There is a wholeness when being sung to life.

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August 12, 2022 · 1:35 pm

Such Wonder – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Grace is hosting Poetry Form with an invitation to write an Octelle ( 8 lines with 88777788 syllables and aabbccaa rhyming) and the poem to include personification.

“Simply wait, be quiet, still the world will freely offer itself to you.” Franz Kafka 

Such Wonder

There was such wonder in the clouds,
faces and shapes of lowly crowds,
rising misty portraiture,
clouds as a caricature,
taking me from the dark blight,
into my heart of clear light,
where there's no place for any dowds,
just clouds as heavenly love shrouds.


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August 10, 2022 · 3:53 pm

I Will If You Sing It – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Merril is hosting Poetics with and invitation to write a poem about a restaurant.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – At The Restaurant

Photo: visitscotland.com

“A good restaurant is like a vacation, it transports you, and it becomes a lot more than just about food.” Philip Rosenthal 

I will If You Sing It

Something new said friends,
who've since faded away,
let's go see what the fuss is about,
all mod, white millennial suite,
the waitress, co-owner she turned
out to be, recommended xanadu,
I said I'd oblige if only she'd sing it
like Liv used to do, she smiled, 
put down her pad, sang the chorus 
and danced,  I honoured my promise 
not once but twice and we stayed for
fifteen years.


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August 9, 2022 · 2:33 pm

Type? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse De is hosting the Quadrille with an invitation to write a poem using the word type or any of its forms.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – What’s Your Type?

Photo: mrmrsintagetypewriters.com. The once popular duck egg blue Imperial portable typewriter. We still have one in working order, it outlived the Brother Electronic typewriter.

“There has been, is, and always will be every conceivable type of person.” E.M. Forster

Type?

Did Cicero use helvetica or
plain it with times roman,
and how did Gurdjieff get
nine or Jung four, while 
chapman gave love five,
and who knows if I'm 
sagacious, diabetic, alpha, 
A positive or negative?
I do know imperial is my type.


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August 5, 2022 · 4:22 pm

Those Words Must Wait – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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

dVerse Poets – OLN – Blast Off

Image by Artsy Solomon from Pixabay

“Noise creates illusions. Silence brings truth.” Maxime Lagace

Those Words Must Wait

There are times when I cannot speak,
when the story simply won't come,
because those words must wait until
they can be placed in an understanding
and be fully received so that they are
not lost in the noise that is everywhere,
where they will be swallowed up and 
ruined before they have time to birth
an idea, a meaning, possibilities for
the world.


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August 3, 2022 · 3:35 pm

Enduring August – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sanaa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem about August.

Of course August differs across the globe and I live in Australia (which has its own variations) so a great opportunity to say something of August from the south.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Sometimes August Isn’t Recognised

Photo: August 3, 2022 – Cape Leeuwin below the lighthouse, the storm is ending, power is out, temp has plummeted, rain increasing and yet there is a beauty to it all.

“In our opinion August is not the best time to visit Australia ….” Weather & Climate

Enduring August

August,
yes you, you cold bastard,
rattling loose my roof sheets,
knocking down my fences,
wounding my beloved trees,
flooding my private spaces,
leaving me sleepless, worried,
stressed, heart pounding with
every shrill screech of your
forceful breath on my eaves
and panes of fragile protection,
I yearn for your end 
and pray for gentle spring,
while enduring your bitter and 
splintered wintry grief.


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August 2, 2022 · 3:06 pm

The Whole View – Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Merril is hosting Haibun Monday with an invitation to look up, and write about the experience.

dVerse Poets – Haibun – Look Up

Photo: Bluff Knoll, first you have to go down before you start to climb up the mount, here covered in fog and rain. This was a great days climb and well worth the experience.

“Everything in the universe has a rhythm, everything dances.” Maya Angelou 

The Whole View

My experiences of looking up are experiences of momentarily leaving myself, placing myself in the cosmos, letting go any singular rootedness and finding community with all things and all beings, animate and inanimate, rocks and trees, mountains, the sky and all it holds. I don't feel diminished by the bigness of it all, I feel included, and I feel moved to include all things. In that sense of acceptance comes a deep sense of harmony and belonging for me.

To look at the grandeur of a tree and trace its linear circuitry, to reach out to the sky and know its infinity, to view the mountain and feel its strength and presence, are deeply moving for me. Looking up at this mountain reminds I am not the centre of life, not even my own, I am simply a part of the whole that seeks life together. To look up at this mountain is a reminder that I have no control over it and no need to do so. The call of this mountain is to take pleasure in its gift of diverse experiences that enable me to know a little more about life and who I am and a lot of letting go and not knowing.

Looking up the mount
I saw the heavens opened
jasmine tea goes cold 


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July 29, 2022 · 2:54 pm

I Wonder – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Grace is hosting Poetry Forms with an invitation to write a Loop Poem where the last line of each line in a stanza becomes the first line of successive lines. For more detail follow the link below:

I’m submitting a non-rhyming Loop Poem.

dVerse Poets – Poetry Forms – Loop Poetry

Photo: gettyimages.com found at wired.com

“Holding on is believing that there’s only a past; letting go is knowing that there’s a future.” Daphne Rose Kingma 

I Wonder

I wonder now what I might pick up,
up is the surge of my recovering,
recovering spontaneity well loosed,
loosed from the hollows of routine.

This new ground on which to stand,
stand I will no matter the inconvenience,
inconvenience is mostly perspective,
perspective is mostly inconvenience.

And what of the idle threat of progress,
progress really needs to be threaded,
threaded carefully and hung on a wall,
wall of all my dead trophies.

Such things need to die that I might,
might live as if for the first time,
time being a fragility of the ego I,
I wonder now what I might pick up.


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July 27, 2022 · 2:07 pm

The Ear Of The Heart – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lillian is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem choosing a name from a Ben and Jerry’s list of ice-creams. For more info follow the link below:

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Make Mine A Double-dipper

The name I chose to use in my poem is: Miz Jelena’s Sweet Potato Pie.

Photo: shutterstock.com from http://www.publicdomainpictures.net

“For a word to be spoken, there must be silence. Before, and after.” Ursula K. Le Guin

The Ear Of The Heart

Not just for Miz Jelena's sweet potato pie
is her path well trod, or her sweet-peas
admired, or her door wide to the world,
such wonderful things are not the sum,
it is the certainty of being heard,
Miz Jelena has a heart ear that holds 
all of you in the telling.



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