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Fish For The Moon – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lillian is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem using one or more compound words separated but without any intervening words, within a poem. I chose the compound Starfish.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Compound Me

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“It is a beautiful and delightful sight to behold the body of the moon.” Galileo Galilei

Fish For The Moon

One night you said,
look at the sky, and I
marvelled at the array of lights,
and you asked if I had noticed 
the brightest one in Orion, 
O yes, Rigel, without a doubt
a grand star, fish for the moon
I said, it is a goddess far beyond
the mere twinkling lights afar.


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Did I Dream It? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sarah is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write a poem about sleep in any form.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Sleepy Times

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“Things taste better outdoors. And if it’s a forbidden thing, so much the better.” Franny Billingsley

Did I Dream It?

I cupped your breast and
supped your lips beneath 
the bowed table of rich plenty,
when the sky was open and your 
eyes invited me to worlds beyond
your sleepy smile, of dragonflies and
kingfishers, seeds laughing along
the air, did I dream it?


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Sweet Pomegranate – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Misky is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem about food.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Bon Appetit Food Poetry

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“I would eat my way into perdition to taste you.” Jeanette Winterson

Sweet Pomegranate 

Your flesh so firm and rubenesquely rounded,
much the colour of a red wild rose, though
less of the wild of heart and so hard to get to,
needing to grasped firmly and torn apart until
your womb surrenders a thousand seed of
your life-blood bleeding down my chin as I 
rake your inner flesh for want of more.


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Only Love Passes This Way Twice – Prosery by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Merril is hosting Prosery (144 words) with an invitation to use a line from the poem ‘May Day” by Sara Teasdale: the line is – “For how can I be sure I shall see again The world on the first of May.”

dVerse Poets – Prosery – Sara Teasdale and May

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“The thing about roads is that you happen upon them again.” Jill Santopolo

Only Love Passes This Way Twice

They say that a river doesn't pass twice, cannot be touched twice, only flows by once in its purest self, which is not its purest self, except for the sake of that moment in which it is truly one, never to be one in the same way again. Everything is emerging while yet everything is passing. This is, perhaps, well beyond our capacity to know, but yet it is in our capacity to feel.

And yet, this is always so difficult. For how can I be sure I shall see again the world on the first of May, when surely, like water, it shall not pass this way again? It will not be. In its purity it cannot be, as I cannot be but once. Unlike love, which is eternally, perpetually, proposing new ways to us, courting our attention as it continually passes by.



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If Only – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lisa is Hosting Poetics with an iinvitation to write about Elizabeth Kubler-Ross’ stages of grief – this is my second poem in response and this one is about anger.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Small Change or Big Bucks

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“The fact is that when you admit that you can’t blame anyone or anything else, you begin to blame yourself.” Kate McGahan

If Only

Why,
why did you leave me in this living death 
with her, she all wrapped up in her needy 
ways and faux sorrow, her critical voices 
cutting my solace, taking my hours and 
swallowing my memories, throwing me
upon myself in a desolation of bones
and mocking my tears, I keep looking for 
you in my words and in the shadows of 
day, trying to pull you back, make everything
right again, especially her; if only I'd been 
there that day.


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Some Other Time? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lisa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem choosing one of the five stages of grief by Elizabeth Kubler-Ross – denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. I have chosen denial.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Small Change or Big Bucks

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“The worst lies are the lies we tell ourselves. We live in denial of what we do, even what we think. We do this because we are afraid.” Richard Bach

Some Other Time?

Let's not talk about it now,
perhaps I'll feel like it tomorrow,
but, wait, Adele wants to come for lunch,
perhaps we should invite James too, and
what about Liz and Barry, this is good, 
just like the old days, what do you think?

Did you get the call from Frank about
the painting, no, well I've been thinking about 
what we said about redecorating, maybe 
the soft blues and creams, or maybe not, 
how about you? You seem unsure, have
you changed your mind?

Fay wanted to know how I was, so thoughtful,
and I thanked her for the book, which I read,
of course, you know the one, so helpful, I think 
I'm doing well just keeping busy and not dwelling 
on the grief. I think I'll go back to work in a couple 
of days, I miss it. What? You're very quiet?

More wine, no, well just a little for me then, 
I do love this place, do you remember when, 
and the words freeze in my mouth, and suddenly 
the tears well up in my eyes, tears I have been 
holding back, beginning to flow like a winter 
creek across my memories.


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Static Response – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Mish is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write about the word or its many forms – Static.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille

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“Because beneath the noise of the pounding, swirling surf is a place where all is quiet and clear. The chaos stills in this deep.” Glennon Doyle

Static Response

The street dynamic is buzzing crazy,
everyone like launching rockets,
thrusters and boosters at full pelt
fizzing and spinning from doorways 
and driveways in a death valley
record pursuit, but I'm in a stasis,
like a goanna barely breathing,
my static response to futility.


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Homeless – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Grace is hosting the Open Link Night – the night we choose a poem to post.

dVerse Poets – OLN

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“Where do you go if you don’t belong anywhere?” Steven Wilson

Homeless

My voice is loud yet silent,
I am visible but unseen,
there is no sanctuary for my way, 
no ritual that offers meaning, 
politics is a bare cupboard that 
mocks my dreams, I cannot see 
myself reflected in any place,
there is no resonance and my
words fall from my mouth into
puddles that people step around;
I keep moving, hoping to find 
some connection, but the truth is
I am homeless in a world of 
meaningless mansions.


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This Time – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Ingrid is hosting Poetics with an invitation to take from a list of Shakespeare’s plays, one and write about its theme in a poem.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Homage To The Bard

Painting: Ivan Aivazovsky, 1886, The Tempest WikiArt.org

“Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.” William Shakespeare

This Time

To end this isolation I 
summon of the deep a 
portent to divide, a gyre 
dark whose ghosts of torment
always seek to visit misery upon
the unsuspecting sufferers,
leaden with the fate of zephyrs,
too weak to carry a thought
let alone a truth, and yet,
defying the odds, this time
the ship sails and all is well,
except for Caliban, that 
purveyor of lies now banished,
he alone shall not prosper
his schemes.


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Note: the storm in The Tempest is over in the first act but forms the backdrop to the play and is a metaphor for life. The poem could be a metaphor for a modern Caliban but I really couldn't say 😀

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Rejoice – Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Frank is hosting Haibun Monday with an invitation to write about bird songs.

dVerse Poets – Haibun – Bird Songs

Photo: a cormorant or shag sitting on the boardwalk at Bunbury Wetlands.

“I once asked a bird, how is it that you fly in this gravity of darkness? She responded, ‘love lifts me.'” Hafez

Rejoice

I've never not heard a bird sing. There's never been a moment when bird song has failed to cut through the joy or tragedy of a day, to surmount the ineffable experiences of life or the tumult of blood
rush, some conjured excitement or foreboding feeling.

I've heard magpies in the heat of the night, curlews before a storm, the flit and twit of honeyeaters no matter the rain, the wattle bird's beak snapping through my mind, crows in the haze of bush fire, the beautiful song of the butcher bird in the middle of a wedding.

Birds, those harbingers of joy, care not for our circumstances and yet they conspire to bring us unbridled joy. Their's is a life sung and we are the privileged guests for their performance. There's never been a moment when I haven't rejoiced in the song of a bird.

Musk duck quinks a joy
as rain washes the low reeds
songs part autumn clouds




Note: Quink is the closest onomatopoeia to the sound of the musk duck I could come up with and then I found it is indeed a word - a type of goose!

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