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This Drowning Life – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

De at dVerse has invited us to write a poem about or around mermaids. dVerse Poetics

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“The most dangerous creature in all the seas: a mermaid.” (Hook) J.M. Barrie

This Drowning Life

Mermaids are very real,
not those bare breasted beauties,
half fish teasers who tempt sailors
to their watery grave with sung
promises of seduction offering the
world for one single embrace,
no, real mermaids are in our midst,
teasers of the hight street
whose seduction is so complete,
they drown us in our own desires.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Sheer Exhaustion – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Anmol at dVerse has invited us to write a poem about Pride – LGBQTI. dVerse Poets

Photo: http://www.noircity.com Still from the series Babylon Berlin set during the heady days of the Weimar Republic, showing Severija Janusauskaite playing the cabaret artist Svetlana Sorokina. The series acknowledges the tension of the hedonism bewteen the wars, but also that the Republic acknowledged equality between men and women and sought to diminish traditional gendered roles.

“I feel like my body is in a waiting room.” Aimee Herman

The Sheer Exhaustion

The sheer exhaustion of externalities
enshrined in binary kitsch,
a black and white vaudeville,
pastiche of indoctrination,
a schema for knowing precisely 
where to park your genitals
and how to deport them,
cover them, name them
as if they were you,
betraying the fluid heart
and a free mind,
erasing true self,
denying the verb to be
in favour of determination
and benchmarked judgements
of approval.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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There Was A Room – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Make Me Some Room

Laura at dVerse has invited us to write about a room or rooms in whatever manner.

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“I am not absent-minded.  It is the presence of mind that makes me unaware of everything else.”  G.K. Chesterton

There Was A Room

Once,
I had memories of an outside world
that I never left, but never lived
since the solace of solitude
there was another place,
my room within a room,
I vaguely remember,
was it large or small,
attic or other?
To know is never important
whether the room was in me
or I in the room,
there was a room.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Of Yesterday – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Portals

Anmol at dVerse has invited us to consider portals for our poem in Poetics.

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Photo: Ormiston Gorge, NT. A fabulous place just to be.

 

“Holding on is believing that there’s only a past; letting go is knowing that there’s a future.”  Daphne Rose Kingma

Of Yesterday

 

Quiet,
said the silence,
let the air be thin,
nothing will fly,
only the grace of birds,
no words will form
for a traverse
of yesterday,
wear nothing dark,
for though tomorrow
we bury the past,
it is the mystery of
the future we grieve.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Once It Begins – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Purple Patch

Sarah at dVerse has invited us to write about vegetable gardening, using a list of plants provided.

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Photo: found on multiple sites.

 

“Cares melt when you kneel in your garden.”  Okakura Kazuko

 Once It Begins

Once it begins it begins,
but to begin at all I too must begin,
and so to move towards that which
consumes my energy even before I start,
just to acknowledge the needs of the soil,
to rejuvenate to a friable tilth,
removing winter’s detritus,
the stalks of old and to
boldly plunge in as so often before,
once it begins with spade and hoe,
stakes and twine, bags and jars,
it gathers pace and the vision grows,
worlds erupt and the magic flows,
plans expand beyond the Nile
for a harvest of harvests,
of crucifers and kales,
tubers and climbers,
the table bowed,
as kitchen rejoices
in purple swords,
czar, blue fire,
and aurora too,
knife and fork,
the juices flow,
once it begins.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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There Are Moments – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Solitude

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Photo: Somewhere between Merredin and Menzies. The bush is my best solitude.

 

“The more ways we have to connect, the more many of us seem desperate to unplug.” 
Pico Iyer

There Are Moments

I gather myself in this place
where the quiet examines me,
knowing that I yearn for it
as a lover yearns for completion,
even so, I avert myself at times
from the uncomfortable rawness of
the self intimacy of such knowing,
preferring to skirt the edges
below the mask so worn,
and yet, there are moments,
fleeting, like the pause of a breath,
within which an elusive thought
awakens my soul.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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A Different Order – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Order, Order!

Laura at dVerse has invited us to consider the noun form of order.

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“The order that our mind imagines is like a net, or like a ladder, built to attain something. But afterward you must throw the ladder away, because you discover that, even if it was useful, it was meaningless.”  Umberto Eco

A Different Order

It doesn’t begin until the magpie sings in the night
perhaps in September or late in October,
and summer is wrapped in six months
while winter dips into spring
and sometimes brings rain in both,
as it is for me that I might or
might not of anything or everything,
should it matter and,
even if it did,
would it really if I just didn’t?
And, even if it proved to be so,
I have a different drum
that beats strange.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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We Raged – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – In The Time Of The Plague

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“Hope begins in the dark.”  Anne Lamott

 

We Raged

We raged against that suppuration
of darkness that swallowed the night
and laid waste to the light,
that consuming plague, which
wrote itself on the hearts
of unwitting bystanders
near the corner store,
or the park railings,
unpicked by sweating masks
whose tired incantations
wrenched large at death,
and laid in arks
the valley of flowers
hinting at the new Jerusalem,
we did not go gently.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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Red Line – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Seeing Red

Sarah at dVerse has invited us to write a poem about the colour red.

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“If you accept the expectations of others, especially negative ones, then you will never change the outcome.”  Michael Jordan

Red Line

She wasn’t sure why
red had always unsettled her
in ways she couldn’t quite speak,
though she knew an answer
lurked deep within,
she put the book down
and occupied the window,
distracted, sighing,
trying to locate her feelings
which the red line had evoked,
a teacherly line,
forbidding, shaming,
a smallness crept in,
she felt it in her skin,
exposed to the world again.
A bird lighted on the sill,
now engrossed,
undone,
she left red
for another day.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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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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