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Birthed By Silence – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Now I Can See

Mish at dVerse has invited us to consider – what do you see? in relation to the world and our experience as we find it right now.

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Photo: canberratimes.com – supermarket shelves after panic buying. It seems to me that corvid-19 is a killer, but it not only kills the body, it kills our very soul.

 

“Be confidently assured that any gods we build will always have voracious appetites, and sooner or later they will gorge themselves on that which built them.”  Craig D. Lounsbrough

Birthed By Silence

A darkness creased the brow of Eden,
and pathos sang dirges as
questions came begging,
had we cast the god of this age
on that rude altar of fantasy?
A natal faith so naive
its store the rhetoric of largess.
What shall I call it?
What can I call it?
A sacrifice of truth?
But I digress, and
returning to the roots
of the crisis I wondered,
do we only ask important
questions when tragedy strikes?
A silence waits patiently in answer,
and I know that wise words are
birthed by silence.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Of Every Bastard Politician – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Taboo

Amaya at dVerse has invited us to write a poem considering the topic taboo!

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Photo: deptfordcinema.org

 

“The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.”  Thomas Jefferson

Of Every Bastard Politician

How I desire compassion
O how I talk of love,
I would rend the heavens for
orphans and widows,
downtrodden people turned
into beasts of no consequence,
O, but lust!
My jaw slackens,
saliva glistens my jaw,
heart racing,
as I waking dream
the mollusks and shells of
keelhauling, the ropes of death,
the bullets of ebbing breath,
blood coursing my hands,
of every bastard politician.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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The Blossom Of Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse – Poetics – Apple

Anmol at dVerse has invited us to write about the humble apple.

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Art: http://www.wallart-direct.co.uk  –  Japanese apple blossom

 

“O may your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the scent of your breath like apples.”  Song of Songs

 

The Blossom Of Love

The autumn gnarl and winters bane,
a mange of wolfish devour
stripped bare her modesty,
a vain reveal to a
brittle edge of life
where no life presents,
until, at last,
my eye corners a sudden
translucent flourish
enveloping her sallow,
aged limbs,
with a ripeness of birthing to
my spring as I sup at her fruit,
my cheeks awash in the juice
of apple and faint in the
blossom of love.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Fleeting – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Impermanence

Merril at dVerse has invited us to write a poem about impermanence.

 

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“Is not impermanence the very fragrance of our days?”  Rainer Maria Rilke

Fleeting

Once
I went out
to watch the western sky collapse
into the evanescent velvet of night,
fleeting as each other,
a simple reminder
that all is death while
all is resurrection,
cycles of light and life,
a constancy of letting go,
in the knowledge that
nothing is the same tomorrow
nor can ever be.
As day folds into new night,
all is annica,
all is.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Note: Annica (Pali) is the teaching in Buddhism that all is impermanent. But all religions and much philosophy since the earliest times have referenced impermanence.

Paul, pvcann.com

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Shred Of Life – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – To Be A Flower

Linda at dVerse has invited us to write a poem about ourselves as a flower, what flower we do we most identify with? I have chosen a Spider Orchid.

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Photo: One of the several types of Spider Orchid found in Western Australia, Leda Reserve, 2018.

 

“The orchids grow in the woods and they let out their fragrance even if there is no one around to appreciate it.”  Confucius

 

Shred Of Life

Parched,
waiting for the sky to cry
and relieve my desiccated bones,
my rice paper skin,
a tenuous life in
an abundance of aridity,
the land of implausible possibility
where nature threatens its own
fragile existence so that
it won’t be disappointed
should its seed never smile
and celebrate a dawn,
yet here I am,
today, perhaps tomorrow,
a glorious struggle,
full of my colour
in a shred of life.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

 

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Truth – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poetics – Black History Month

Anmol at dVerse has invited us to write a poem focussing on Black History Month.

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“I have to make you conscious of the things you don’t see.”  James Baldwin

Truth

I saw the branches of yesterdays tree
where hemp fibres once held the
beauty of humanity as if it were
merely wrapping paper
to be discarded rather than loved,
strange how truth is pigmented
in the mind, yet colonises the heart,
so easily betraying the lies
we facade for the sake of niceties
while denying a generation.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Words – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

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“Everyone has their own ways of expression. I believe we all have a lot to say, but finding ways to say it more than half the battle.”  Criss Jami

 

Words

Words can be thin and easily folded,
neatly taken, put away,
never taking up much room,
always about to lead off
but never actually getting started,
an economy of scale for
benign conversations,
and sometimes words are
so swollen, so full
that I cannot fit them
into the narrow space between us.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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No Cares To Hold – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – What Day Is It Anyway?

Sarah at dVerse has invited us to write a poem about a day.

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“Time deals gently only with those who take it gently.”  Anatole France

No Cares To Hold

The sepia tones seep past
blurred, sleep filled eyes
blocking momentarily any
signs of what might be,
a gentle lace of fine joy
leaks through my window and
I rise so lightly through my fog
as comes the dawn of my recognition,
there was no warning,
I felt no urgency,
life in the slow,
this is our day,
we take the whole,
this is Monday,
no cares to hold,
they have flown away.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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I Swam Through Rooms – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Dream

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“Dreams are illustrations …. from the book your soul is writing about you.”  Marsha Norman

I Swam Through Rooms

At some point
when time slipped into time
and lost itself,
I joined in and found my way,
it jumbled in my eyes,
so fast, so slow,
and back again,
a chain,
a heron,
boats and trains
all upside down
floating,
as winged beast hovered overhead
mysterious doors and coloured lights
glowed all around,
and I swam through rooms,
dived through windows,
such a rollercoaster ride,
till mystery entered,
a shadowy figure
inviting me to follow.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

 

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The Secret Fantasy – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

 Climate ActivistsdVerse Poets – Poetics – Secrets

Merril at dVerse has invited us to consider writing a poem about secrets.

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Photo: Courier Mail: October 2019, 50 Climate Activists arrested in Melbourne.

“If you tremble with indignation at every injustice, then you are a comrade of mine.”  Che Guevara

The Secret Fantasy

To take a life
even for a cause,
how does one do that with any ease
that it never haunts,
eternally wounding the self,
twisting bowel and heart in
feverish spasms of regret,
causing clever mind plays
of robust justification,
all those greats who advocated
against that dark horror
even baring their own chests to
the chance of bullets
without reproach,
and my life has been persuaded
of that very path, and yet,
there are those days of longing
to come out of Kinshasa,
to leave the mountains of Bolivia,
to wear the beret once again
and to strike at the heart of the
corpulent monster strangling the world.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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