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“Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can’t see from the center.” Kurt Vonnegut
The Edge Of The Possible Can you take me to the edge of who I am, because I can't take myself there, I can only take me wherever I am, but you, you can take me beyond, you can take me to that blurred place, the frayed line where everything and nothing is possible. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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At dVerse Laura is hosting Meeting the Bar with an invitation to construct a poem by using the last lines from the last twelve poems written or, use a last lines index from a book to construct from the poems of others.
dVerse Poets – MTB – In My End Is My Beginning
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“What do you want a meaning for? Life is a desire, not a meaning.” Charlie Chaplin
How Light I Am Called Aphrodite while mulling over the juice of my thoughts, and then there were none, is life always having to reduce to mere frippery, and neither am I or the things I hold close, once you notice them I never want to let go, is love impotent, navigated wreckage, the next fully alive, O how I wish I could see it, how light I am. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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“Shame is the most powerful, master emotion. it’s the fear that we’re not good enough.” Brene Brown
From The Let Go Do you speak with your voice or merely wave at meaning in a symmetry of apathy founded in your dark denials, a shrug offered as dialogue that simply fades away towards your inability to feel, to touch the mess, the untidy parts that inhabit your tight self-creation, long hidden from your memory, holding shame hostage, always fearful that someone will pull that trigger and expose your irrational thoughts, but you loaded those bullets yourself and they're waiting for you to defuse them and you will once you notice them. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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At dVerse Merril is hosting poetics with an invitation to write an ekphrastic poem offering a choice of four artworks. For more detail follow the link below.
dVerse Poets – Poetics – The Landscape Sleeps, Ekphrastic Prompt
I have chosen to work with John Atkinson Grimshaw’s ‘A November Morning’
“There is harmony in autumn, and a lustre in the sky ….” Percy Bysshe Shelley
A Mere Sequence Autumn strips me bare, my body crisp and cool, like my footfall on a cinder lane as I jar along the road of bones, a calendar of seasons, now arrested in dapple for the briefest fleet, a mere sequence in the scheme unknown to mortals, evidenced only by the falling leaves who whisper until I notice that nothing is permanent and, how light I am. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge
Day 30 30.11.22 The final day.
Prompt: And [blank]
And Then There Were None Yesterday was the tomorrow I delayed, I confided this to our friend the frog who had inhabited our pond these past months, I spoke of grand gestures, of lights turned off, cloth and paper bags, rain water, solar power, all for the good of the land, but bought that item we needed, so much plastic and foam, and when I returned to the pond, the frog had gone, and then there were none. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge
Day 29 29.11.22
Prompt: Write a poem about truth.
Is Love Impotent? That beautiful Jew down in Palestine said to that dullard Pilate, who had never taken flight in his life, truth is how you live by the measure of love, an iteration for sure, yes, and how hard could that be, to simply love as you love , can this never be done, is love impotent? Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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At dVerse Lisa is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write about warmth.
dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Warmly
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“How we need a another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm.” Sylvia Plath
I Never Want to Let Go Once, in my teens, an accidental encounter, a broken power cable touching the metal I was holding, filling me, so warm and tingling, I didn't want to let go, Now when I hold you it is so electric, I never want to let go. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge
Day 28 28.11.22
Prompt: Remix an earlier poem
Undone That my fingers would betray you, or that your wisps of cloth would betray me, that I would seek refuge in those ghastly tents of yesteryear as bromide for the fire in my molten heart, my consuming glow evident across the sky, leaving nothing to the imagination as I feverishly wrestle my feelings, at moment near death, the next, fully alive. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️ The original poem remixed here is Release Button
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#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge
Day 27 27.11.22
Prompt: Write a resolution poem
Existential Wine Sometimes the decision as to which wine is predicated on the conscience, which seems to float into territory complicating my emotions about so many things that have distilled over the years or only hours, thoughts of childhood, the homeless, a recession, war, famine, comfort, and how did I come to this very point, why now? The wine is more existential than I initially thought, my resolve is to press on regardless, while mulling over the juice of my thoughts. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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#2022 November PAD Chapbook Challenge
Day 26 26.11.22
Prompt: Write a rethink poem (rethink an earlier poem, a conversation, a belief etc.)
Nothing Stays The Same As the morning light warms the bay I ponder the movement of the sun as I have remembered its habits of days and seasons, though such thoughts I know to be imprecise, even a little jumbled, tangled, in my mind and as I pondered it dawned on me that I too change over days and seasons, moving as habit, though never precisely, a little jumbled and tangled, changing just as light changes especially when life is clouded or when the sun is intense, nothing stays the same, the bay is not the same as it was a few years ago and neither am I or the things I hold close. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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