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Forever – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Waiting


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“For a while” is a phrase whose length can’t be measured. At least by the person who’s waiting.”   Haruki Murakami



She recalled and awareness of the past
which also became the present,
a horological antechamber
of present moments,
never departed, never arrived at,
but always the injunction of elders,
well intended, yet impossible,
the delicate even delicious
moment of knowing that
waiting is forever.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com


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There Are Times – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Madness 2


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“The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek.”  Joseph Campbell


There Are Times

The thin thread of the real
never leaves me,
though it stretches to breaking
and there are times that I must
dissociate awhile
to live in beauty and ponder
the possibility of the good,
to live inside
while outwardly existing amidst
the clouds that presage
an ugliness of life undoing
my existential fortress,
of which I can do little
until it can pass,
it’s a struggle when your
inside is out and your
outside is in.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com


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It Had Wandered – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Madness


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“It is only through mystery and madness that the soul is revealed.”  Thomas Moore


It Had Wandered

If only she could paint them,
but the colours were all wrong
they were coming too fast
and speaking real slow,
collecting at her temples
and bursting in her ears
while the words on the news-stand
started flying and though
she tried, she couldn’t catch them
and put them back except that
one word, evol, which
creased her brow and
made her hide inside herself,
till I turned it around
at which she cried and laughed
and held her head and
sang a song,
even so, she didn’t trust that
word, it spoke of all the wrongs,
a wasted life and a cruel hope
just out of reach,
but there was no madness in her,
it had wandered down the street.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Unnoticed – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night


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“Until they become conscious, they will never rebel.”  George Orwell ‘1984’



the watchers watch,
even of themselves they dutifully report,
but no one watches the watchers
while they are watching you
not watching,
benignly trusting
so unaware of the surrender
made without flag or treaty
folding so easily it went unnoticed,
and nothing seems different at all,
unless, of course,
you dare to have an opinion.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com


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Take Flight – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics- Using the Art of Beverly Dyer


Art Work: Beverly Dyer – ‘October Feathers’ provided by dVerse Poets.


“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.”  Emily Dickinson


Take Flight

Questions dawned
as I wandered the edge of my garden,
the borders of my day,
I stooped to retrieve a feather
which answered my question,
“How shall I?”
with such a lightness,
that spoke,
“Take flight Little bird,
take flight.”

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com



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Resident Ghost – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


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“Cats are intended to teach us that not everything in nature has a purpose.”  Garrison Keillor

Resident Ghost

Shadows along the wall
imperceptibly moves the curtain
furtive, secretive gambit
of a resident ghost,
a collection of bugs,
how did they congress there?
Mat askew and a clump of hair
on my folded trousers,
under the bed
glinting eyes eerily stare,
then darkness.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Maybe – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics


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“Even though I accomplished nothing today the stars still came out at night.”  Marty Rubin



I was feeling rather shouldly
a consideration set against the
blank page of acedia,
that old noonday demon
of all my tomorrows
ever appearing,
never arriving,
to which I tilt my hat
with resignation.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Mystica – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Smoke and Mirrors


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“The journey not the destination matters.”  T.S. Eliot


I wanted to be sure
that the threshold could be crossed
to leave the paracosms of childhood
those parental certainties,
cassocked beliefs
of vaulted minds,
mortared cracks of real,
I picked up the almanac of my life
and it frittered away
like so many burnt pages,
fragile and flaking,
faint and indecipherable,
certainty sliding,
via negativa evolving
an apophatic line,
a Dionysian celebration,
if somewhat muted,
in the joy of not knowing
that you were there
but everywhere.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Ever Yearning – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Lost In Translation

Laura at dVerse has challenged us to look at three poems and write our own.


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“… of the eternal Face without gestures
and of the kingdom without form.”  
Gabriella Mistral  ‘Anniversary ‘

Ever Yearning

As deep calls to deep within me
slowly I untangle
the habits of the mind,
perhaps now my heart can see
as ever yearning through
the fog of all that is
drawing me ever inwards
that I might see your face
as if for the first time,
you who are eternal stillness,
come, let me see.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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There She Was – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse – Poetics – Temperature


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“Licence my roving hands …”  John Donne


There She Was

Where paths lead,
the abiding question
niggling at my core,
river bend
or river pool stroll
and so it was,
waterhens idled
and the water was velvet
under the spell of lilies
those sirens of fertility,
and there she was
nymph arising,
my mantra
lead me not …,
bursting into flames as
her eyes called.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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