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January 11, 2023 · 2:13 pm

Behind My Eyes – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Ingrid is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about a vision or a dream or both.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Visionary Poetry

“Harmony exists no less in difference than in likeness ….” Margaret Fuller

Behind My Eyes

Behind my eyes a restful view

the shimmer of the sun silver on languid rippled waves slowly rolling in

a sea of hearts turned towards a unitive beat

a yearning for the good of the one beside or next to that one

without any objectification

a mass of connection felt underneath my skin

an inexplicable drawing, wanting, somehow knowing,
a desire between all towards a love for all without question or presumption

at once, possible futures erupting

salvific networks of belonging that linger in waking

somewhere in the background the sound of water caressing a gentle shore.



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January 10, 2023 · 3:28 pm

That’s When – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse De is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write about being bold.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Boldly Go

“Jump and build your wings on the way down.” Ray Bradbury

That's When

No great oration
just standing in the gap
between antagonists,
catch in my throat,
a doubt in my mind,
which I wanted to speak into 
this lions den mayhem
where the prey bares her neck,
that's when I boldly shouted no.


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January 8, 2023 · 4:05 pm

The Vacuous Culture – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

“How management chooses to treat its people impacts everything for better or for worse.” Simon Sinek

The Vacuous Culture 

Meaning what?
Some narrow definition,
a meaningless explanation of how,
reaching back into the yawn of time?
We might establish a fundamental of
some such thing or other and still be
home for dinner and a migraine
after the grind-house routine
where drudging is acquiescence
to an order of checked out brains,
the money's great, of course, 
but the job is mindless, a rort,
a symbol of the vacuous culture
in which we exist as captives
who believe without thought.


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January 7, 2023 · 4:13 pm

One Doesn’t Have To Rail Against Gravity – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

“True happiness is …. to enjoy the present without anxious dependence on the futures.” Senecca

One Doesn't Have To Rail Against Gravity

On second thought,
I wonder that we have
doubted our way to fear,
imprisoning ourselves in 
our anxieties unable to notice 
small joys and simple ways of being.

Why do we fight with the nature of things,
are we frightened of feeling seen to be
motionless, flamed out, lost, and without ,
far too gently going into that  long night?

One doesn't have to rail against gravity all day
to find purpose or to feel good,
I now look to gentle hikes through life,
possessing all my weaknesses.

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January 7, 2023 · 3:29 am

Almost – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

“I thought I was promiscuous, but it turns out I was just thorough.” Russell Brand

Almost

There was a young man from Augusta,
whose amore was all front and a bluster,
a girl on each arm
would do him no harm,
but his aplomb he just couldn't muster.


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January 5, 2023 · 3:52 pm

Lost For Words – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“One must desire something to be alive.” Margaret Deland

Lost For Words

How do I begin to describe
what is met in tenderness or
name the experience of the
lightness of a silken caress,
or speak of the urgency of the tide
which breaks over us in our rhythm,
the outward sign of our inner desire 
for connection we sometimes call love?


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January 4, 2023 · 1:58 pm

Heading Home, Not Lost – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Merril is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem using at least two titles from a selection of pod-cast titles.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Are You Listening?

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“The moment of change is the only poem.” Adrienne Rich

Heading Home, Not Lost

It was as if I was never there,
I spoke and no word would leave my mouth,
those I knew turned away from me,
I was but a stranger in their presence,
no place felt like home,
though I was not lost
nothing seemed to fit, 
nothing made sense anymore,
nothing was as before,
and so I embraced it and
went home by another route.



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January 2, 2023 · 2:44 pm

What Emerges? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

“There is only one corner of the universe you can be certain of improving, and that’s your own self.” Aldous Huxley 

What Emerges?

Something emerges
between the dry grass of noon
and the last notes of an overture,
as the last of the spirit is imbibed
in an evening of introspection,
that single moment in which
the sole possibility arises
where our past watches with regret,
and how do we respond knowing
our submission is death and
hypocrisy brings censure,
do we offer objection,
see more clearly the 
self in the world
and our part in all that is?
What is met in this moment?



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January 1, 2023 · 2:21 pm

If We Don’t, Then We Can’t – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

“If you do not change direction, you may end up where you are heading.” Lao Tzu

If We Don't, Then We Can't

We don't imagine, 
we cannot move towards,
we cannot create something new
until we can let go of the current 
way of doing things,
we are so rooted in what is
that we cannot see other possibilities,
whether it be fossil fuels,
the way we are governed,
so called moralities (o please!)
that we hold to as childhood memories,
and not least the baggage cart 
of our formative years.
Something new begins in the moment
we let go of the rope which holds us in place.


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December 31, 2022 · 3:11 pm

Invitation – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

“The patterns we perceive are determined by the stories we want to believe.” John Verndon

Invitation

As we consume time for
yet another trip around the sun
the question remains,
revolve or evolve?
Revolve begs that we attend to 
our underlying repetitions,
the patterns we pretend don't exist,
that we keep hidden in the shadows
so that we can't see them,
though the whole world sees them
and smiles that we pretend.
Evolve invites an unknown,
the departure lounge for
places of no visa,
transcending pathologies,
landing in true self.


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