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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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There Will Be Time – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Last Lines

Wish at dVerse has invited us to select either the last line of a book close at hand or from one the links she has kindly provided.

I have chosen Haruki Murakami’s ‘After Dark’,  Tokyo, Vintage, 2009; and the line:

“There will be time until the next darkness arrives.”

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“After a lifetime of darkness, I want to leave something behind that is made of light.”  Marie Lu

There Will Be Time

The lantern in the lonely shack,
a slender glow on morning’s horizon,
that candle talisman of human heart,
cliched clouds over moonlight,
silvery awareness, while
silhouetted peaks are imposing,
always the reveal of light sneaking
under life’s door,
and you just know
there will be time until
the next darkness arrives.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Meta Carbo – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Let’s Get Elemental

Sarah at dVerse has invited us to write about the elements of the periodic table in whatever creative ways we choose. This is my second go, and this time I’ve chosen Carbon which, being an allotrope, gives us a variety of things, diamonds, coal 😦 , graphite, graphenes, and so on. It is for all occasions, it is a necessary part of forming oxygen, but it is also a major environmental problem too.

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Photo: istock.com

 

“The greatest threat to our planet is the belief that someone else will save it”  Robert Swan

 

Meta Carbo

Shining dangle trinket
an all occasion party type,
now retiring like quiet
Albrecht in a pencil thin garret,
sometimes darkly dark, though
more recently sneaky congestion
leaking all around me,
beautiful choking imbalance,
really hot stuff
searing my lungs,
everything,
no more the exchange
nothing can breathe,
leaving now,
disappearing through
a hole in the sky,
until, of course,
I change my carbon life.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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You’re Only Half In – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Let’s Get Elemental

Sarah at dVerse has invited us to write a poem working with an aspect of the elements of the periodic table in any manner we choose. My choice is Germanium (GE 32) a semiconductor, brittle, and needs another substance to enable it to function fully. incidentally, the word germane is related.

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Photo: sciencestruck.com Placing a semiconductor.

“The next major explosion is going to be when genetics and computers come together. I’m talking about an organic computer – about biological substances that can function like a semiconductor.”  Alvin Toffler

 

You’re Only Half In

I want to hold you in my arms
but you’re only half in,
and when I look back
that’s always been so,
You’re so brittle
pretending to be elastic,
and what a stretch that would be,
so germane, apropos a semi,
always needing something,
someone else to prop you,
to enable your true function,
you cannot stand alone
but you’re not fully in.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Birthed By Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVErse Poets – Poetics – New Year/New World

Mish at dVerse has invited us to imagine a world that is new ….

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Photo: the upper reaches of the Hardy Inlet, where Blackwood River enters on the left, and the Scott River enters directly opposite. Taken from Flat Rock, an idyllic and peaceful  ‘world.’

 

“We can only know what we can truly imagine. finally what we see comes from ourselves.”  Marge Piercy

 

Birthed By Love

I closed my eyes to take in the world,
to feel the ancient wisdom of the trees,
the river running by, softly speaking a
quiet truth beneath its tempest,
and always the still centre of the breeze,
drawing me intimately closer,
truths I hold within and cherish.
a compass of heart for many roads
of living through the tempests of life,
and as I open my eyes again,
the peace surpassed lingers deep
nourishing my soul.
and once again I know the oft
forgotten truth that the
vey utopia I desire
rests within and is
birthed by love.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann,com

 

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Silence Coming Back – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Echo

Merril at dVerse has invited us to use echo in a poem.

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Photo: found on YouTube

 

“Life is an echo. What you send out comes back.”  Zig Zigglar

 

Silence Coming Back

I questioned the night and
the night questioned me,
as the question so the answer
faintly asked
faintly answered,
a familiar voice,
what of me,
what of night,
I sat in silence and pondered
a pondering ponder,
it was then I let go of myself
and found the answer
an echo of silence
coming back.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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What Does Love Cost – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics

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“Anticipate charity by preventing poverty.”  Maimonides

What Does Love Cost?

What does love for others really cost,
what pain to wash their feet,
to serve and walk in other’s shoes,
and feed the hungry too,
what might that mean?
to give my coat and
be vulnerable, what then?
To forgive, no, really forgive,
how would that feel?
To live with an integrity that
values every form of life,
never seeking gain,
just imagine if we were
careless for the things
that alienate, the machine of empire,
the greed and gorge of living,
if we turned our guns to plough-shares
and plastic into roads,
just imagine what love might cost,
and go and cash the cheque.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Mould – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Sylvia and Ted

Kim at dVerse has invited us to work on a form following the work of Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes.

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“Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself?”  Henry David Thoreau

 

Mould

The question arises
an urgency, of course,
it is a matter of choice

of light or darkness
it’s hard to prove,
but one or other

must, with patience, or
ultraviolet
light across the floor,

show clearly the mess
whether spore or slime
gathered in pools of

water sitting in
my blackened shower
carefully displayed,

creeping nemesis,
a trap of deathly
slippage so discreet.

 

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com.

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Like A Wave – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Surrealism in Poems

Linda at dVerse has invited us to delve into surrealism.

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“An ecstasy is a thing that will not go into words; it feels like music.”  Mark Twain

Like A Wave

The water once gathered from the sky,
heaven’s bold gift
a recess of your mind
your dark iris hears, sees, and
tells a tale of something known
in the very core of that secret place,
turning, writhing, resisting,
as the piper plays
tunes move through you,
a smooth melolagnia,
your hairs stand
rippling, like a wave
as you soak deep
the abiding presence
washing over,
now spent
as night.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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One Day – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Let Us Labour

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Photo: Lake Amadeus, NT.

“Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death.”  Arthur Schopenhauer

One Day

Did I conceive that I wondered as
the idea floated through my mind,
there I stood on sacred ground
my feet bathed in the dust of ancestry,
and I scooped a handful
of this dry, red wisdom as if
I were scooping up water
for my parched throat,
sifting it through my fingers,
feeling the lives of ages,
seeing the future in past, lived, lives,
some of them my own
even not yet birthed,
but being born
and one day they will ask,
not were you someone famous,
rather, were you really Paul?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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