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The Secret Fantasy – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

 Climate ActivistsdVerse Poets – Poetics – Secrets

Merril at dVerse has invited us to consider writing a poem about secrets.

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Photo: Courier Mail: October 2019, 50 Climate Activists arrested in Melbourne.

“If you tremble with indignation at every injustice, then you are a comrade of mine.”  Che Guevara

The Secret Fantasy

To take a life
even for a cause,
how does one do that with any ease
that it never haunts,
eternally wounding the self,
twisting bowel and heart in
feverish spasms of regret,
causing clever mind plays
of robust justification,
all those greats who advocated
against that dark horror
even baring their own chests to
the chance of bullets
without reproach,
and my life has been persuaded
of that very path, and yet,
there are those days of longing
to come out of Kinshasa,
to leave the mountains of Bolivia,
to wear the beret once again
and to strike at the heart of the
corpulent monster strangling the world.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Redemption Rock -prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poetry – Prosery – The Rock Cries Out

Frank at dVerse has invited us to take the line “The rock cries out to us today, You may stand upon me, but do not hide your face.” and use in for a prose piece of 144 words.

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Photo: granite outcrop at Billyacatting with a Sheoak making good with a crevice.

 

“The rock cries out to us today, You may stand upon me, but do not hide your face.”  Maya Angelou

Redemption Rock

We behaved as tourists, observing, consuming, enjoying, but never once holding a sense of belonging or offering something resembling connection even though that space so clearly cried out for it. Now that the tide is turning and ancient forms are slowly taking their leave, we face a new, daunting prospect. Too late to redress the past of our blithe and callow turning away. Indeed, we are no longer at our leisure, no longer possessed of our sure identity, positing who we are and what we might do as if there were no words of opposition or external accountabilities. Gone are our hermetically sealed worlds. We stand at the threshold forced to face ourselves, and even the rock cries out to us today, You may stand upon me, but do not hide your face. Even in the face of death, nature still reconciles us.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Shall I Be Real? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Meeting the Bar – Soliloquy 

Frank at dVerse has invited us to write a soliloquy, to speak one’s interior dialoguee aloud. Latin: solus – alone; loqui – speak.

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“Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?”  Charles Bukowski

Shall I be Real?

Who am I in this curling world,
do I speak from that deeper self,
the I who sees all of all
and knows a word,
or, do I hide and speak a simple side
of who they want of me,
will I pretend to be one of them
and speak their truth against myself,
shall I pretend of them or
shall I be real of me?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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There Will Be Time – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Last Lines

Wish at dVerse has invited us to select either the last line of a book close at hand or from one the links she has kindly provided.

I have chosen Haruki Murakami’s ‘After Dark’,  Tokyo, Vintage, 2009; and the line:

“There will be time until the next darkness arrives.”

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“After a lifetime of darkness, I want to leave something behind that is made of light.”  Marie Lu

There Will Be Time

The lantern in the lonely shack,
a slender glow on morning’s horizon,
that candle talisman of human heart,
cliched clouds over moonlight,
silvery awareness, while
silhouetted peaks are imposing,
always the reveal of light sneaking
under life’s door,
and you just know
there will be time until
the next darkness arrives.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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For Justice – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille

De at dVerse has invited us to write a Quadrille (44 words) around roar and ‘roaring in the new’

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Photo: http://www.wgbh.org

 

“People can be at their most vulnerable, but still tenacious at the same time.”  Toni Bernhard

For Justice

Love overflows in perpetual caprices,
while anger escapes my imprisoning geist
and leaks across my world
as watercolour paint bleeding,
a tincture of passion released,
not so injustice,
action forthwith,
a torrent from a wellspring brimming,
an irreproachable love,
a roar for justice bursting.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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A way Home – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

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Image: thephoblographer.com

 

“Ghosts don’t haunt us. That’s not how it works. They’re present among us because we won’t let go of them.”  Sue Grafton

 

A Way Home

The room was so still so late,
nothing and no one
a stirring not,
though midst my typing
a shadow passing
persisting time and again
through the snores of the house,
a presence behind me
not malevolent at all,
simply lost and locked,
needing to find a way home,
a letting go,
a moving on,
saying farewell to what was
and embracing the door
of something else,
for my part
I offered the way
in words of love,
the best map there could be.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Meta Carbo – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Let’s Get Elemental

Sarah at dVerse has invited us to write about the elements of the periodic table in whatever creative ways we choose. This is my second go, and this time I’ve chosen Carbon which, being an allotrope, gives us a variety of things, diamonds, coal 😦 , graphite, graphenes, and so on. It is for all occasions, it is a necessary part of forming oxygen, but it is also a major environmental problem too.

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Photo: istock.com

 

“The greatest threat to our planet is the belief that someone else will save it”  Robert Swan

 

Meta Carbo

Shining dangle trinket
an all occasion party type,
now retiring like quiet
Albrecht in a pencil thin garret,
sometimes darkly dark, though
more recently sneaky congestion
leaking all around me,
beautiful choking imbalance,
really hot stuff
searing my lungs,
everything,
no more the exchange
nothing can breathe,
leaving now,
disappearing through
a hole in the sky,
until, of course,
I change my carbon life.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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You’re Only Half In – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Let’s Get Elemental

Sarah at dVerse has invited us to write a poem working with an aspect of the elements of the periodic table in any manner we choose. My choice is Germanium (GE 32) a semiconductor, brittle, and needs another substance to enable it to function fully. incidentally, the word germane is related.

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Photo: sciencestruck.com Placing a semiconductor.

“The next major explosion is going to be when genetics and computers come together. I’m talking about an organic computer – about biological substances that can function like a semiconductor.”  Alvin Toffler

 

You’re Only Half In

I want to hold you in my arms
but you’re only half in,
and when I look back
that’s always been so,
You’re so brittle
pretending to be elastic,
and what a stretch that would be,
so germane, apropos a semi,
always needing something,
someone else to prop you,
to enable your true function,
you cannot stand alone
but you’re not fully in.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Birthed By Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVErse Poets – Poetics – New Year/New World

Mish at dVerse has invited us to imagine a world that is new ….

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Photo: the upper reaches of the Hardy Inlet, where Blackwood River enters on the left, and the Scott River enters directly opposite. Taken from Flat Rock, an idyllic and peaceful  ‘world.’

 

“We can only know what we can truly imagine. finally what we see comes from ourselves.”  Marge Piercy

 

Birthed By Love

I closed my eyes to take in the world,
to feel the ancient wisdom of the trees,
the river running by, softly speaking a
quiet truth beneath its tempest,
and always the still centre of the breeze,
drawing me intimately closer,
truths I hold within and cherish.
a compass of heart for many roads
of living through the tempests of life,
and as I open my eyes again,
the peace surpassed lingers deep
nourishing my soul.
and once again I know the oft
forgotten truth that the
vey utopia I desire
rests within and is
birthed by love.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann,com

 

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A Hoping Of Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille

Lilian at dVerse has invited us to write a quadrille (44 words) using the word glow (or a form of that word).

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Photo: Sunrise over the Blackwood River.

 

“I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.”  Jack London.

 

A Hoping Of Love

Myths and legends come and go,
holding a place to stand,
a refuge lurking beneath
the tinsel of time
should it be needed,
to heal the wounds
encrusting the heart,
by unwrapping the self
as a vulnerable gift
of glow,
a hoping of love.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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