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February 1, 2023 · 3:31 pm

And So I Begin – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Punam is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about resolutions, offering a choice of five lines to that effect.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Resolving to Resolve

The line I chose is – When you add something to the cupboard of life, subtract something.

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“All I do know is that as we age the weight of our unsorted baggage becomes …. much heavier with each passing year.”

Bruce Springsteen

And So I Begin

I finally cleaned out the spare room cupboard,
filling some boxes I'd kept for a purpose,
One I labelled "things undecided'
which overflowed,
the next was for items to keep 
which became two boxes,
naturally there was one for the op shop
which seemed to have more room in it
than when I began,
things went in 
and promptly came out again.

Of course, you can imagine
this all took some time,
and while I was merrily sorting
a mood of melancholy took hold of me,
unrelated items before me triggered
memories of people and places,
missed opportunities,
words spoken and unspoken,
wrong turns,
jangled relationships,
seems that my cupboard of life is full,
and a wisdom suggests that
when you add something to the 
cupboard of life,
subtract something,
and so I begin,
without resolution,
to sort the weight of my life.


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January 25, 2023 · 3:30 pm

The Thin Thread – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sarah is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about grandmothers.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Grandmothers

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“And when we said goodbye to one grandmother we said goodbye to them all.” Sherman J. Alexie

The Thin Thread

We carry the past with us in little parcels of love or feelings,
mostly in unconscious acts;

mine is to always gather people,
a reaction to the distances that have turned my life,

my mother's mother is how she was told into my story,
that she died sometime after VE Day and her long
struggle with MS;

and so we never met except in my mother's potted stories,
no wonder that I love a mystery.

My father's mother filled a room both in size and manner
she was a formidable presence barking orders,

laughing, always kind, always gathering her brood
around her sagging laden table of love.

We waved her goodbye for over 15, 000 kms
and the rest of her short life.

I have a child's image of her,
A thin, frayed thread of connection to which I cling.




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January 18, 2023 · 3:39 pm

Transcending – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sanaa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about winter.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – The Blizzard of the Self

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“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.” Albert Camus

Transcending

Summer always smiles faintly as she leaves me,
her lips suddenly thin and sharp,
knowing I will grieve her warm embrace
and the fruit of her lush kisses,
leaving me to the inexorable prudery of the
wasteland of winter's serge,
better suited to vows of unbending monasticism,
funereal finery of dark intonations,
like spells that clang on hard, cold surfaces.

Winter, ever impassive, never smiles at me,
she is far too sensible for such frivol,
always she has work to do,
inexorably instilling us with
her parsimonious agency,
those short, cold, grey days
when I feel most despondent,
summer leaves a note of light 
an intimation that she is on her way.


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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 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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December 14, 2022 · 5:17 pm

Of Dark And Light – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sarah is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about bringing light into the darkness.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – St. Lucy, Bringing Light Into Darkness

“I cannot love another soul so dark it eats up others’ light.” Lauren Kate

Of Dark And Light

Light bringer,
you held your own darkness
in a neglected corner of your life
until it weighed you down to earth,
cast out yet newly found,
that ancient double of good and bad
all wrapped in monochrome,
which simply hides those
uncomfortable distinctions;
even so, your young proteges
follow your example,
some say by deceit,
others say by shine,
all the while reminding us
that we are all bearers 
of dark and light.


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December 7, 2022 · 2:03 pm

The Long Dry – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lillian is hosting Poetics with an invitation to choose two or more provided song titles to use in a poem.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Come Sing With Me

I have chosen two titles:

A Long December (Counting Crows)

Let It Go (Idina Menzel)

Photo: Ocean Beach near Denmark, Western Australia.

“Summer passes and one remembers one’s exuberance.” Yoko Ono

The Long Dry

There's no steeling oneself for a long December,
the time when the long dry commences
and only a brave cloud would dare to mar the sky,
while gum leaves are leathered and turned
to the cicada chorale coursing the thermals,
with faint stirrings of Matilda dancing,
infused with a waft of sea and a splash of sun
which crusts the earth and fills me along with a
tease of rosemary, lavender,  or jasmine,
there's no need to steel oneself,
no time for winter's sorrow,
only time to let it go for summer's halcyon days.


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November 30, 2022 · 4:52 pm

A Mere Sequence – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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.


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November 23, 2022 · 2:14 pm

Aphrodite In A Glass – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Punam is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about whiskey or alcohol in some form.

dVerse Poets- Poetics – Cheers

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“Too much of anything is bad, but too much whiskey is barely enough.” Mark twain

Aphrodite In A Glass

Velvet tango,
slow, slow,
seductive,
a voluptuary,
warm,
smooth,
the heat of soothe,
to be sipped with intention,
rolled around the tongue,
swallowed with care,
strangely, 
it is masculine named
or geographically placed,
and yet in my experience,
whiskey is more subtle,
feminine and
called Aphrodite.


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November 16, 2022 · 1:25 pm

Yestember – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sarah is hosting Poetics with an invitation to either take a line from Thomas Hood’s poem ‘November’ or just just say no. More detail by following the link below.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – No! Vember

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“Like abounds in upside downs.” Lorin Morgan-Richards

Yestember

Remember, remember, this is the Vember,
whether north or south,
cold or hot,
this is the noiest of months when
yesses are filed and held in contempt and,
despite the advent of virgins 
or the odd fine Claus,
this is the time to stymie the old plot,
to lose the lot of all previous plans,
setting aside all expectations,
saying no to no and yes to 
Yestember.



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