Tag Archives: Poetics

September 7, 2022 · 2:40 pm

Beyond This Moment – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Mish is hosting poetics with an invitation to write a poem using three words or more from a selection. My choices are: Orenda (mystical force), Querencia (place from where strength is drawn) and Isolophilia (preference fro solitude).

dVerse Poets - Poetics - There's a word for that

"They simply never understand, do they, that sometimes solitude is one of the most beautiful things on earth?" Charles Bukowski


Beyond This Moment

Orenda 
down the slopes of 
mountain minds and
valley redoubts of no intention, 
comes opportunity,
that moment of desire,
a la querencia, 
the turning of soul for home
in a quietude of frame,
longing in sighs for an end to
rivers of noise while
rejoicing in shivers of gaze,
a patient isolophilia that sits
so lightly it slips easily past
our defences and undoes 
the palisades of the heart,
inviting dreams and other worlds.


Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®️

9 Comments

Filed under awareness, Free Verse, life, Philosophy/Theology, poem, quote, Spirituality

Tagged as , , , , ,

August 31, 2022 · 3:56 pm

I Wonder Which Way? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse guest host Christopher is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about choice.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Choice

Image by Michael Knoll from Pixabay

“Freedom would be not to choose between black and white but to abjure such prescribed choices.” Theodor W. Adorno

I Wonder Which Way?

If only I could decide,
decide I would though, I note, 
the cheshire cat held no particular view.

A coin, a card, a fleece might do,
but at some point the trolley bus comes
for us all and, though it doesn't matter,
one way or another the dilemma must 
be resolved or forever remain in stasis,
immobile, arrested, atrophied,
is it fear?

We can only choose one way at a time,
and go we must, 
but I wonder which way?


Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®️

15 Comments

Filed under Free Verse, life, poem, quote

Tagged as , , , , ,

August 24, 2022 · 3:49 pm

Perhaps It’s The Cypress After All – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse guest host Jo is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about scent.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – A World of Common Scents

Photo: State Forest reserve in Kirup, Western Australia, forests have their own, very complex scents.

“She stood for a long time breathing in and breathing in, the scent of the trees ….” Margaret Atwood

Perhaps It's The Cypress After All

Cypress stirs my body memory,
so too the wattle blossom of winter,
ah, yes, the wet dog after rain at the
salted, seaweed strewn beach remains,
along with cinnamon toast on a cold 
night's mist, the sweat of love pulsing
my inarticulate flesh, simple scents, 
the easy embodiments of youth.

But what of the hidden things,
is there a scent for wisdom or
compassion, is there a scent for 
soul, for reflection? 

Perhaps it's the cypress after all.



Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®️

19 Comments

Filed under awareness, Country, Free Verse, life, mindfulness, nature, poem, psychology, quote

Tagged as , , , , ,

August 17, 2022 · 2:46 pm

When Water Dies – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sarah is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about one of the four elements: Earth, Fire, Water, Wind. I chose water.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – The Four Elements

Photo: Taken the day after a winter storm at Cape Leeuwin.

“They both listened silently to the water, which to them was no just water, but the voice of life, the voice of Being, the voice of perpetual becoming.” Hermann Hesse 

When Water Dies

The swash and slap of the limpid roll
for languid lolling in a temperate zone,
as flounder flap and take the bait
now unaccustomed to the oaken creak,
a gift from the depths suppered for two,
I recall the taste of salted lips that
burned even as I licked them so,
the smells are joy though my nostrils flare,
and I catch your weeds of no compare,
and my line is tangled, but without you 
I cannot bear the grief of dryness
that your death will bring,
and so I cup my hands that I may
drink one more draught of your 
wet love.


Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®️

9 Comments

Filed under beach, boats, death, ecology, Free Verse, grief, life, poem, quote

Tagged as , , , , ,

August 10, 2022 · 3:53 pm

I Will If You Sing It – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Merril is hosting Poetics with and invitation to write a poem about a restaurant.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – At The Restaurant

Photo: visitscotland.com

“A good restaurant is like a vacation, it transports you, and it becomes a lot more than just about food.” Philip Rosenthal 

I will If You Sing It

Something new said friends,
who've since faded away,
let's go see what the fuss is about,
all mod, white millennial suite,
the waitress, co-owner she turned
out to be, recommended xanadu,
I said I'd oblige if only she'd sing it
like Liv used to do, she smiled, 
put down her pad, sang the chorus 
and danced,  I honoured my promise 
not once but twice and we stayed for
fifteen years.


Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®️

30 Comments

Filed under Free Verse, life, music, poem, quote

Tagged as , , , , ,

August 3, 2022 · 3:35 pm

Enduring August – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sanaa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem about August.

Of course August differs across the globe and I live in Australia (which has its own variations) so a great opportunity to say something of August from the south.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Sometimes August Isn’t Recognised

Photo: August 3, 2022 – Cape Leeuwin below the lighthouse, the storm is ending, power is out, temp has plummeted, rain increasing and yet there is a beauty to it all.

“In our opinion August is not the best time to visit Australia ….” Weather & Climate

Enduring August

August,
yes you, you cold bastard,
rattling loose my roof sheets,
knocking down my fences,
wounding my beloved trees,
flooding my private spaces,
leaving me sleepless, worried,
stressed, heart pounding with
every shrill screech of your
forceful breath on my eaves
and panes of fragile protection,
I yearn for your end 
and pray for gentle spring,
while enduring your bitter and 
splintered wintry grief.


Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®️

42 Comments

Filed under awareness, Free Verse, life, poem, quote, seasons

Tagged as , , , ,

July 27, 2022 · 2:07 pm

The Ear Of The Heart – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lillian is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem choosing a name from a Ben and Jerry’s list of ice-creams. For more info follow the link below:

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Make Mine A Double-dipper

The name I chose to use in my poem is: Miz Jelena’s Sweet Potato Pie.

Photo: shutterstock.com from http://www.publicdomainpictures.net

“For a word to be spoken, there must be silence. Before, and after.” Ursula K. Le Guin

The Ear Of The Heart

Not just for Miz Jelena's sweet potato pie
is her path well trod, or her sweet-peas
admired, or her door wide to the world,
such wonderful things are not the sum,
it is the certainty of being heard,
Miz Jelena has a heart ear that holds 
all of you in the telling.



Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®️

25 Comments

Filed under awareness, community, Free Verse, life, poem, Quadrille, quote

Tagged as , , , , , ,

July 20, 2022 · 1:17 pm

Recursive Wonders – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lisa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to be inspired by Fractals in writing a poem.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Fractals

Image by imagii from Pixabay Almond bread fractal

“A fractal is a way of seeing infinity.” Benoit Mandelbrot

Recursive Wonders

In between all things is the between,
an unfurling of life that welcomes us to 
the un-straightened, wild cosmos
that curls and curves in kaleidoscopic,
recursive wonders, opening the door
to a dimension awaiting the eyes of 
our hearts with an invitation to see
within the patterns of our lives,
an infinite beauty of being.


Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®️

32 Comments

Filed under awareness, Free Verse, life, mindfulness, poem, quote

Tagged as , , , , ,

July 13, 2022 · 4:06 pm

Looking At The Sky – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Linda is hosting Poetics with an invitation to use any one of the eleven quotes from Breakfast At Tiffany’s by Truman Capote, as inspiration for a poem.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Breakfast At Tiffany’s

I have chosen “Never love a wild thing …. if you let yourself love a wild thing, you’ll end up looking at the sky.” Truman Capote (Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories)

Photo: found at atendanarocha.com

“Look at the blue of the sky and tell me why you held back?” Morrissey

Looking At The Sky

No one likes stale bread or rancid butter,
who would enjoy hours of a blank screen
or to be stuck eternally in a check-out
my vision of Dante's inferno as a living hell,
routines as ruts, as dead ends, as graves,
who wants vanilla, O please, nothing mild,
give me something, someone wild and free
who will cast off the fetters of the day and
lie down together looking at the sky.


Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®️

25 Comments

Filed under awareness, Free Verse, love, passion, poem, quote

Tagged as , , , , ,

June 22, 2022 · 1:46 pm

What Do You Really Want? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sanaa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about peer pressure (something that affects adults as much as teens)

dVerse Poets – Poetics – When It Comes To Peer Pressure

Photo: found at cracked.com

“Yield to all and you will soon have nothing to yield.” Aesop

What Do You Really Want?

They love your work,
you spoke so powerfully
and with such passion,
they want to talk to you about
coming on to the committee,
it could lead to greater things,
take time to think about it; which
we both know is not true, time will
become a loud ticking bomb.
Just imagine, he goes on, the 
public profile, imagine the job
offers, you'd be great at this,
and we need you (now comes 
the truth). Rep. X chairs this 
one, he's going places too,
how's that? And, O, what's 
her name, the one you like,
she's on it too. They pay for
everything, the food, think 
about it, what do you say?
I remember he said take time,
and there it is, the pressure
bomb. I'll let you know tomorrow,
which we both know that means
no, but I can't come right out
and just say it, I'm weighing the 
worn track in my mind that wants
to, used to always, say yes, but
the wreckage of so many of these
ego trips lie in my wake and sucked
the life out of me.


Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®️

32 Comments

Filed under awareness, Free Verse, identity, life, poem, quote, Uncategorized

Tagged as , , , , ,