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November 26, 2021 · 2:25 pm

Something – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Mish is hosting Open Link Night – posting our own choice.

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

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“Real awakening comes with an inherent sense of integrity.” Adyashanti

Something

Something came out of me largely dark,
the success of a poultice of intentions,
avoiding, of course, any hemlock or such,
an ending far too premature for the journey.

The success of a poultice of intentions
and is restricted only by somatic fears,
an ending far too premature for the journey
should fear be allowed to take centre stage.

And is restricted only by somatic fears
where the body lays and lies so innocently
should fear be allowed to take centre stage,
would my centre hold in glorious duality?

Where the body lays and lies so innocently,
avoiding, of course, any hemlock or such,
would my centre hold in glorious duality,
something came out of me darkly large.


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November 25, 2021 · 3:12 pm

Dancing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“But still, like dust, I’ll rise.” Maya Angelou

Dancing

The less used room full of stuff,
dry books and papers on a table,
curtains drawn even though it is
only afternoon and nowhere hot,
the sense that this room is always so
except for the chink where they meet.

There a shaft of piercing light
catches my eye, more for the
dancing dust on threads of sun
a nod to the surrender of life now
filling the scene before me, and I 
get to wondering, one day I too will
dance  on shafts of golden light.


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November 24, 2021 · 2:52 pm

So Serene – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sarah is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write an Ekphrastic poem based on the art work of her late friend and painter Fay Collins.

dVerse :Poets – Poetics – Fay Collins Revisited

Painting: ‘Floating – Seaweed’ (courtesy of) Fay Collins

“There’s never an end for the sea.” Samuel Beckett 

So Serene

So serene,
the gentleness of blue on blue, 
that old exchange between sea and sky
speaking soft whispers to me,
though energy pervades the horizon
as clouds gather ready to bear change,
might it, or might it not rain today or
tomorrow, will the sound of wind cover 
everything to a deafness, and I cannot 
decide whether the foreground wall of 
rock entertains a break as gate or lure,
but either way danger lurks, and yet, 
through it all Collins has kept a peace
that holds in the languid seaweed 
floating in quiet confidence to which 
I feel invited.


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November 22, 2021 · 4:48 pm

The Ordinary Sacred – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“…. we exist together in a sacred field of meaning.” Joy Harjo

The Ordinary Sacred

The plaque offered to peg one of those 
'our lady of the moment' moments, 
a memory without words, companion 
to possibility, opening the fire of
ancestors , asking the question,
what next? A jumbled melange of 
intentions? A triumph of the ages?
or the feeling of saffron, the taste of 
incense and, all the while, inching
toward the ordinary sacred.


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November 21, 2021 · 3:43 pm

Such Zest – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Breakfast without orange juice is like a day without sunshine.” Anita Bryant 

Such Zest

The carnal pleasure of 
oily citrus rind sits before me
and glistens in my eye,
breathes into my nose,
combs my tongue with such
zest as to make me crave its
juice at once, to quench at
once the day's dusted throat
of mine crying out for that 
conundrum of sugar and acid
that awakens.


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November 20, 2021 · 1:34 pm

In A Draught Of Rainbows – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Fluidity and discontinuity are central to the reality in which we live.” Mary Catherine Bateson

In A Draught Of Rainbows

As I feel
I stop,
my thin imagination is drawn
to sip the tranquility of sunset,
my feelings converge, tangled
in a cold sooth of confusion's heat,
a cool delight in the mug of eve's 
rounded calm as the ripe sun
departs the gentle sky,
surrendering the sliver of thin
possibility that halos rise in a 
draught of rainbows drunk deep,
flowing into me.


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November 19, 2021 · 2:18 pm

The Bell Tolls – a Wayra by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Grace is hosting Poetry Form with an invitation to write a Wayra, a short poetry form (five lines 5-7-7-6-8) non-rhyming. The Wayra is a popular form from Peru and Bolivia (you can learn more by clicking on the link to dVerse below).

dVerse Poets – Poetry Form – The Wayra

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“Free yourself from any load that impedes you.” Charmaine J. Forde

The Bell Tolls

Peal a ding, ding, dong,
when the sonorous brass bongs
what do I need to put down,
heavy weight title mine,
suffocating leaden deadweight.


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November 18, 2021 · 3:20 pm

I’d Rather – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Knowing the truth is fairly useless, feeling it is profound, living it makes all the difference.” David Deida

I'd Rather

Pilate asked "What is truth?"
but what fool question is that?
More like - where is truth, who
is truth, the lived experience,
I don't want spider suits or 
telephone booths and lycra,
just hello, how are you,
I'd rather your sharp uneven
teeth, or a bolt in your neck,
a humped back peel for sure,
than the cocky, self-assured 
marvel faked for a fortune
of lies not mine, knowing 
that truth is where love is in 
all its many ways.


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November 17, 2021 · 1:53 pm

Of Epiphanies – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Dora is guest hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about an experience of an epiphany.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Epiphany In The Time Of Holiday

Photo: Along the trail near Niagara Dam, in this desiccated land nature surprises with beauty arising.

“Every moment an epiphany arrives and cleaves the mountain asunder.” Kim Stanley

Of Epiphanies

Aristotle to Zeno,
this soil so barren and alkaline,
I've passed this way so many times before
expecting that penny so often hoped,
but it creeps along wet window frames,
swirls in day old coffee grinds and grows,
like milkweed among the kale, ever the
wasabi of my busted soul , the inarticulate
joys of birth-pains, collected moments of
masochistic revelation, waiting in dusty
corners, hanging on evacuated spider webs,
invisible until I look up, look down, look in
and connect the dots to me as steps of seeing
the twisted strands of silver shining over me.


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November 16, 2021 · 1:57 pm

Fair Fare – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Linda is hosting the Quadrille with an invitation to write using the word fair.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Let’s God To The Fair

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“What makes the farmers market such a special place is that you’re actually creating community around food.” Bryant Terry

Fair Fare

There's anarchy in mung beans,
promises in adobe dung bricks,
salvation in fenugreek and cumin,
the whole world's a natural honey,
a string of beads strung by Saffron 
one full moon of love ago in this 
strange fair of life whose fare is smiles.


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