“Be the flow.” Jay-Z
Joining The Flow The long ache that desires to flow into the sea of subconscious tides, a weightless journey being carried on the back of sighs, breathless, with expectation in a long storied epic of being born a fish on land who discovers the dream, written long ago, where thoughts give way to feeling, and all fish are one. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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“Surprise is the greatest gift which life can grant us.” Boris Pasternak
Moving On I was feeling for the edge as the morning warmed, dancing to the gentle sound we no longer know, the thing we should hold on to, broken into lines, which is never considered, the shadow of freedom, interrupting the illusion to reveal something. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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At dVerse Ingrid is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about place and space.
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Place and Space
Photo: State Forest at Kirrup
“Nature is not a place to visit. It is home.” Gary Snyder
No Temple Or Steeple What place would capture my heart, make me take off my shoes and in silence commune? No temple or steeple has ever, nor memorial, though all speak in hallowed ways. Instead I go where the air moves, where the sun and moon speak, while the bed I walk upon never sleeps, and the breeze whispers its translation through leaves of understanding. Here I rejoice in the chorale of feathered song, the trilling brook, and even granite's imposing, stony silence. It is here I take off my shoes, speak in a language of soul, feel this place deeply as Lovers are wont to do. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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“In violence we forget who we are.” Mary McCarthy
Nonetheless What is this yin yang love hate thing? I wanted your love, needed your love to be sure of things. I remember your hands holding me in a safety net of strength that helped me to see the world through paddling, dodgem cars, coconut shies, train-spotting, rambling, gardening. I remember the strength of your hands connecting with my body, the pain, the uncertainty. I remember you striking her and collapsing my world that you had helped me to build. I remember your hands striking at the world in fistfuls of frustration, a never resting anger thrown at everyone. I hated your violence, my mind tells me how it was, but my heart has never caught up with the pain of loving you nonetheless. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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“It is a choice. no matter how frustrating or boring or constraining or painful or oppressive our experience, we can always choose how we respond.” Edith Egar
I know I'm still confused, all over the place on days when emotions swirl, chop and change, wondering what if, if only I'd, but that can never be, and knowing that doesn't end the confusion and sometimes, this is, oddly, so sublime, sweet, as feelings can be. I may choose to stay with it, or distract myself, whatever I do I know it will soon return, the trigger remains indelible, and so I play whichever way I choose. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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“Fear is the mother of morality” Friedrich Nietzsche
We Went We went down to the church in pews to tremble with the organ and listen to well meant platitudes long past reality as we know it, all tents pitched in tribal territory, centuries old moralisms as small totems of fear set against delight, Vaulted words ricocheting off the ceiling, but no mention of the revolution of love, home we went with hearts black as our winter coats. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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At dVerse Laura is hosting Meeting the Bar with an invitation to write a tercet, choosing from a list either a compound word, or three words connected. I chose Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
dVerse Poets – MTB – Three Way Split
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“The world is charged with the grandeur of God.” Gerard Manley Hopkins
There Goes The Family Again 1. Typical father, running late of excuses, drove his son to the Bethlehem saloon for his starring role in a nativity play, and the customary custody handover, or Mary would let him have it. 2. What is it with Spanish mothers, is it true that every second male is named Jesus, for god's sake why? Are they all fishermen at play, pulling coins from the mouths of fish? 3. The father ordered a second round, the bar tender leered long at Mary, dad drew and shot him full of that one hundred percent proof 67 spirit, that got him cupid in the heart. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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“Gratitude is when memory is stored in the heart and not in the mind.” Lionel Hampton
Then And Now I knelt under the washing line in meditation plucking sun burned weeds from cracks. Overhead the washing flicked, crisp, cracked in the breeze. Then I was running, through familiar grass with summer in my hair, and hope in my heart. Now I return, walking towards the day with autumn on my face, and hope ever in my heart. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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At dVerse Lisa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about play.
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Playtime
Image by Hands off my tags! Michael Gaida from Pixabay
“Every path hath a puddle.” George Herbert
Today I Set Aside My Sensible Shoes Intrusive clouds collected in the hollows, dull grey puddles, reminders of stepping over, stepping around, onwards, the weight on my wrist ever calling, but, today I set aside my sensible shoes for a splash or two, recalling laughter, reclaiming joy between my toes. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
At dVerse De is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write a poem using the word, or a form of the word, gasp.
dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Poetry is a Kind of Gasp
Photo: A stretcher bearer provides a cigarette to a wounded soldier, WW1, found at stokesentinel.co.uk
“He lighted a cigarette, and in the curling smoke of it caught visions ….” Jack London
Note: a gasper was in old English parlance, a cigarette, especially amongst the military.
Last Gasp Gaspers for bullets to disappear pain, nineteen to the dozen, while the hack digs my wound. "No filter" he said as I screamed. What a drag, I thought as I sucked the stub, hoping for visions of heaven exhaling life with my last gasp. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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