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Ill Winds - prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Bjorn is hosting Prosery (144 words of prose) with an invitation to use a line from Leonard Cohen’s ‘You Want It Darker’ – “There’s a lullaby for suffering.” dVerse Poets – Prosery – Leonard Cohen Photo: decathlon.com “It’s dark often at these times.” Juliana Spahr Ill Winds When I’m hiking in winter I notice when I’m not moving my body temperature drops, hypothermia is a risk. The…

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Something Deep - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: A white house – found at almostmakesperfect.com “My shadow said to me, what is the matter ….” Margaret Atwood Something DeepI live opposite the white housenot that housemy neighbour's house,glossy in the afternoon sunwindows reflectingpassing birds, carswalkersfront garden,like an aluminium framed Monet,white houselight housebeaming away, exceptmy feeling of resistance,my mood shifts the…

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Broken Mug - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: found at kitchenseer.com “… some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.” Rumi Broken MugOnce,as it happenslike every thing happens,I broke a favourite muga sentimental grief,in remorse I clearedthe debris and chose a lesser mugmade some tea,then came feelingsself-blamegrief,failing to locate a blamespeaking itreleasing the uglymood of it thenlaughing at the investmentin a…

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I Sing - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: found at fairfaxcounty.gov “I shall never draw back from love” Elsa Gidlow I SingI knowI'm coming backon overto lienext to your body,todayI singbecause I knowI'm coming back. Copyright 2025 ©️Paul Vincent CannonAll Rights Reserved ®️ Note: This poem is inspired by the line “because I don’t know if I’m coming back” from Song of Departure’ by Raquel Chavez – I took the opposite view.

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For The Love Of The Planet - Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Grace is hosting Poetry Forms with an invitation to write a complaint – Complaint, sometimes called Jeremiad is a genre of poetry that carries a theme of bitter sorrow. The rhetoric is “rails against cruel fate” . By the Middle Ages there were loosely 3 types of Complaint: satirical poems exposing evil in the world. dididactic verse focusing on the decline of someone “great”…

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All Day I Think About What To Do With The Day - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image: from plus.maths.org one offering of the theory of everything. All Day I Think About What To Do With The Day*AnythingeverythingI want it all,but what will I do with the day-I so want the question to hangin some other time,leaving my body without guiltfreeing meto torpor,sure, I want the movies,a bus ride, coffee, puddle-jumping,to read all daya bottle of wineyou,but to choosewould be…

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Window Of Opportunity - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Dora is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about the romance of the open window. dVerse Poets – Poetics – The Romance Of The Open Window Image by Jupi Lu from Pixabay “… like artists gave the holy before perspective was invented …” Bob Hicok Window Of OpportunityLook at thata sky of rorschach shapesfeminine or masculineI don't knowlet's see what happens,tears in…

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Check The Plumage - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse De is hosting the Quadrille (44 words sans title) with an invitation to write a poem using some form of the word hoot. dVerse Poets – Quadrille – A Poetic Hootenanny Photo: ukurbanest.com “When she says margarita she means daiquiri” David Lehman Check The PlumageWhen in the foresttake careto listen closely,one sound can bewarning,the othergood will,check the plumagenote the…

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Ambient - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Somonka – Japanese origin: Two tankas (each trad. syllabic – 57577), usually written by two poets one responding to the other, written as two love letters. This was a solo effort. Image by StockSnap from Pixabay “Something else is alive” Ted Hughes AmbientOrion off-centrenever shines in moon's shadowin those darker months,as we too are subtly hiddeneclipsed by stars distraction.Even shadow…

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Perspective - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: taken at Shoalwater Bay, summer 2021 “a perspective cuts emptiness deep and even …” Joseph Brodsky PerspectiveThat momentwhen you leave the skyand fall into sandscalingtimeto size,noticing the treesremembering mountainselephantsthe sand,smalla parallax moment,seeing my sandness. Copyright 2025 ©️Paul Vincent CannonAll Rights Reserved ®️

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The Willow Is Not Alone - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Note: Mondo – origin Japan – a two stanza question and answer nature poem. Syllable pattern is = 577, 577. Photo: taken in the State Forest at Kirup – a Jarrah seedling arising end of winter 2024. “Give some tree the gift of green again. Let one bird sing.” Faiz Ahmed Faiz The Willow Is Not AloneWhy do the trees weepwhen we pas by laughing loudcarving hearts in ritual?Not for the woundingnor…

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Ever Nascent - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Laura is hosting Meeting The Bar with an invitation to write – a WaltMarie poetry style: 10 lines even lines are just 2 syllables odd lines are longer but without syllable restriction the even lines make their own mini-poem if read separately meter and rhyme are unspecified And the theme of your poem should be the history/meaning of your name or one you wish you had or an…

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No Sure Words - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Note: An Imayo – origin Japan – with four lines each line having 12 syllables, using caesura or pause the line is broken into seven and five syllables. Image by Jose Sanchez Hernandez from Pixabay “Swept by the tempest of your love, a taper in a rushing wind” Sara Teasdale No Sure WordsCan gratitude be measured, like water leakingmy beta heart seeks its source, in the confluenceof broken…

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Mothing - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Melissa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem that speak to metamorphosis and transformation. For more detail and resource follow the link below: dVerse Poets – Poetics – Metamorphosis of Sorts Photo: found on pinterest.com via bing.com “I gnaw the fresh green hawthorn spray” Robert Graves Mothing I don't want to say too muchyou might just steal me awayfrom this…

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I Must Attend - Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Frank is hosting the Monday Haibun with an invitation to write alluding to March Madness. dVerse Poets – Haibun – March Madness Photo: http://www.freepik.es “One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began …” Mary Oliver I Must Attend There are signs, almost imperceptible, that autumn rises. None of this makes sense in isolation. One spent pumpkin vine does not make an…

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Talgomine Rock - a prose poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: taken in spring (September) 2018 at Talgomine Rock Reserve: Everlastings carpet the bush. “The first lily of June opens its red mouth.” Marge Piercy Talgomine RockRains recede to spring orchids in songs of pastel blues and yellows. Wrens fan, flitter, chatter across the sun-bleached granite and are just as suddenly gone. There’s something comforting about the musky soil that fills me, to…

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Pigs In The Shitehouse - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

President Zelenskyy is in my view a statesman, a leader, a straight-player. The other guy … a disgrace, Putin’s puppet. Photo: available on multiple sites via bing.com President Volodymyr Zelenskyy of Ukraine “The footage of far-right salutes shows straightened arms in finest suits.” Janine Booth Pigs In The Shite HouseThe orange pig squealed and squealedcovered in domestic shit,seeking the…

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Bloody Paradise - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Note: I wrote this in response to GP at Pacific Paratrooper following our respective comments on his post “Letter IX “A Day’s Venture” which is a post about his father Pvt. Everett “Smitty” Smith’s letter to his mother in regard to a rest day spent around Buna after allied forces liberated it. The post was in September 2024 (linked above). Pacific Paratrooper is a blog based around the life and…

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Fragments - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Mish is hosting Open Link Night, the night we choose a poem to post. dVerse Poets – OLN Photo: our dear old woofer Vienna (sometimes called hoover). “Hour that is mine from among them all!” Pablo Neruda FragmentsA glass of the pepperysitting in duskclosing out the day,cooling to eveningwe roast our partoffering sweet observations,as last light hits the far shorewe soak up the…

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Pure I amb - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Warning: Shakespeare purists turn away now 😀 (this may just be the best sonnet I have written) Note: in most of the instructions for sonnet writing, whose meter is iambic pentameter, the syllables are stressed as soft-hard or da-dum, da-dum. The rhyme scheme alternates, except for the couplet. Art: William Shakespeare: artist not credited, found on multiple sites via bing.com “I’m ashamed to…

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As To Meaning - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Taken in January, summer storm clouds intensify the rays of the sun on the Southern Ocean. “The best story of course, is the one you can’t write …” Sujata Bhatt As To MeaningTo seeeven the sparklewhere the sun touchesthe ocean's skinis to assumegold and mercuryare friends,that they do in factmeet and the eye is true,as to meaningwell, what is that? Copyright 2025 ©️Paul Vincent…

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When I Return To Myself - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Kim is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about one of the four elements – fire, earth, air and water, noting that Aristotle added a fifth – Aether or ether, which in Sanskrit was Akasha, the subtle dimension of being. dVerse Poets – Poetics – The Four Elements Image by Vitaliy Levkin from Pixabay “I learn by going where I have to go.” Theodore Roethke When I return To…

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Intuition Blues - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lillian is hosting the Quadrille (44 words sans title) with an invitation to write a poem including the word Indigo or its form. dVerse Poets – Quadrille Image by Adina Voicu from Pixabay “You’ll know it … as you know ’tis noon …” Emily Dickinson Intuition BluesIndigo Suzeshe's no flooze,got a hex of seventake you to heavencolour you blue,no time to snoozedon't need the newsshe's…

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Kawase Hasui, Inokashira in Snow, 1928 (source).

Dreamer - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: found at adigaskell.com via bing.com “To sin by silence, when we should protest” Ella Wheeler Wilcox DreamerPacifistliving in violent dreams,I've loved you notkarma's such a bitchcos I've murdered youa thousand times,but I've confessedto the clownin the cornerwith papal eyesand leery smile,absolvedby breakfast,and there youstill are. Copyright 2025 ©️Paul Vincent CannonAll Rights…

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Old Broom - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Broom Bush from – gardeningknowhow.com “I know there’s something better down the road.” Elizabeth Alexander Old Broom As the yellow flowers subsideshe receives fewer visitors,the wrens still pass throughstill, a period of dormancy ensueswhile she idles in favour of grevilleas and callistemons,then, in her slumberby stealth her enemy appearsslowly consuming,imperilling her lifeunnoticed…

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Little Miss US - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Cartoon: found on bing.com “Listen. There are 57 reasons why one would burn their lover.” Winniebell Xinyu Zong Little Miss USLittle miss USwhy did you spread for the rapistwho slithered out of Edento savage your ovariespoison your mind with an apple bite of slumbering servitude,was it because he grabbed youwas it because you believedhis solutions were final,or did you actually thinkhe truly…

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Will You Take My Hand? - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Grace is hosting Poetry Form with an invitation to write a (English) Madrigal – as follows: Content: Often includes a theme of love Structure of an English madrigal *Usually written in iambic pentameter.*Comprised of three stanzas: a tercet, quatrain, and sestet.*All three of the lines in the opening tercet are refrains. Form: A thirteen-line form in three stanzas:Stanza 1] Tercet…

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Fading - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image by Annick Vanblaere from Pixabay “But here we dwell in darkness, in caverns hollowed out by desperation and fear.” Hugh Howey FadingFrogs mopein my dystopian pondwhere pads arelily livered,denials of justiceall the whileslow dancing tothe soviet grey soundsof discordant grunge,holding empty hopeagainst feelings offading success. Copyright 2025 ©️Paul Vincent CannonAll Rights Reserved ®️

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