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Dying For The Fiction – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Climate Crisis

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Cartoon found at sites.duke.edu

 

“The more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us, the less taste we shall have for destruction.”  Rachel Carson

 

 

Dying For The Fiction

They filled in the wetlands and gave me a house
of dreams filled with death,
and we cut down the trees that gave us life
that we might see the views of the city lights,
in a panic we scorched everything in the
belief that we must perpetuate production,
the very poison that kills all,
while giving happiness in spades of plastic that
smothers reality and makes us long for more
fictions that soothe and inspire
how self murder is so healthy for us,
I awoke this morning to find
my limbs removed,
my lungs cut down
and plastic in my gut,
I am Eco,
I am dying
for the fiction.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

 

 

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Rouge Desire – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Alchemy with Laurie Lee

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“That first long secret drink of golden fire, juice of those valleys and of that time, wine of the wild orchards, of russet summer, of plump red apples, and Rosie’s burning cheeks. Never to be forgotten, or ever tasted again.”    ‘Cider With Rosie’ by Laurie Lee

The challenge by Laura Bloomsbury of dVerse Poets is to take a piece of prose by Laurie Lee and work it into a poem.

 

Rouge Desire

I drank of you that secret drink,
that juice of wild valleys
that moistened your ruby lips
of apple red seduction.

I sat with you in those russet hallways
of sun marked scapes of wonder,
and counted cotton candy clouds
that sugared us with joy.

Memories like clocks who ever know
how we loved each other like a
baroque lilting of romantic flow,
never scrumpy, always smooth as wine.

Your golden haired hypnotic dazzle
unforgettable in all eyes of seeing,
your fiery cheeks like rouge desire
for a love delighting in its time.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Sorrows Me Still – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Cry Me A river 

Amaya Engleking has invited a poem on a piece of music that brought tears. So many choices!

Video: found on YouTube – Gordon Lightfoot singing “The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald.”

 

Sorrows Me Still

The crew never knew as they bid farewell
for their regular gig on the lake,
that treachery would strike
by the weight and the wind,
not by jury or flag,
twenty-nine had plotted their time,
played their regular goodbyes
unbeknown, for the very last trip.
I read it in 75 in the time
but I lost it when I heard Gordon sing,
his chords played my heart
with a harrowing wrench
and eased a tear along my cheek,
mournful and thoughtful
the church bell ringing the toll
made me weep,
and the futility
sorrows me still.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Nature’s Restorative – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Walking and Observing

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Photo: Bunbury Wetlands

Nature’s Restorative

Piano out on the street
with a delightful sound,
suits on the run,
and my nose tells me the way
of temptation to caffeine,
while the envy of all
a Triumph growls,
a bicycle squeaks,
shop doors glide open
willing me in,
and I notice
there’s less gum on the
pavement these days,
but of all the sights and sounds
I would trade them every one
for a wander round the park
with nature’s restorative all.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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I Am Of Sorts – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – In My Element

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I Am Of Sorts

I am dressed in myself
a wicker of caught things
a mudling of all things
growing,
melding,
like a time capsule
ever expanding into
the unknown serpentine flow
yet too, though
encrusted of forms,
not hindered
or weighed down,
at least
in this prescient moment,
supernova,
a noe
of sorts.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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That To Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse poets – Theories

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That To Love

Ologies and osophies abound
like turgid solipsisms
clouding the mind,
I am this and this is mine,
lines and banners
scowl and grimace,
but there is one thing
above all,
to love others as
you would of yourself
that golden rule
a crown of the heart
that ever expands,
as Hubble once showed,
or that the One is
ever becoming,
a similar plane
underpinned by
an unconditional
outward gifting
of love,
of self
the beauty of when
theory becomes practice.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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On Edge – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Limbo – dVerse Poets – Poetics

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On Edge

Your circular saw intrusion
slicing the air,
unwelcome jolt
my emotions raw
jangled,
as the door shuts
tension remains
your departure
leaves the air unresolved,
like a tightrope
I’m on edge
with the day.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Shadowy Mawk – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Love the words

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If you wanted an example of nonsense … here’s a pile 🙂

Shadowy Mawk

Shadowy mawk of an open crypt
you dust-tongued wizened husk I smell
skulking, grave-groping, gurgling mass
of a griddle slack squawk eternal,
a mere muffle-toed peep
or sad gingered scrape,
such a hare-heeled fluvial flunk
ever to creep horror loathed
mickle-hearted or
sulphur scrack.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Flowing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Cascade – dVerse Poets – Poetics

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Photo: the flow of water causing impromptu cascades as water runs down Bluff Knoll.

 

Flowing

A cascade of love
not withheld
but welling up as
living water
flowing,
as we held hands
and you said yes
and our eyes spoke
of never being salmon.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Risk – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poetics – Geography

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Risk

Every drive is an ascent of some description,
to reach the peak,
stand on the precipice
and risk the valley
of the every day.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann,com

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