I Strike A Match - A Poem By Paul Vincent Cannon

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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Shadow Play - Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Frank is hosting Haibun Monday with an invitation to write alluding to Groundhog Day. For more info and examples of Haibun follow the link below: dVerse Poets – Haibun Monday – Celebrating Groundhog Day Image by Rodolfo_Llanos from Pixabay “Be grateful for whatever comes” Rumi Shadow Play Birds, heading north, south, change is surely coming. Ants mounding their holes against rain.…

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As Yet Unclear - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Punam is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem about regret – for more detail follow the link below: dVerse Poets – Poetics – Regrets and more … Photo: metapress.com “We will be what we could be. Do not say, “It might have been, had not or that, or this.”” Ella Wheeler Wilcox As Yet UnclearIn hindsightany attempt at regret, that bastard child of grief,is euthanised by…

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Are These My Legs? - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: clipstock.com via Bing “I got out of bed on two strong legs. It might have been otherwise.” Jane Kenyon Are These My Legs?I marvel at the smallest of things,the unseen, indescribable acts Itake for granted where cause and effect are seemingly absent likethe moment I get out of bed,what is the event that precedes the movement that makes it so,can it be reduced to cause and effectlike the…

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Pound By Pound -a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Dora is hosting poetics with an invitation to write a poem using defamiliarization – for more information about defamiliarization and the prompt follow the link below: dVerse Poets – Poetics – Reimagining The Familiar Photo: ar.inspiredpencil.com “There is a snake in swans.” Sylvia Plath Pound By PoundThen, I wonderedif other homes were habited bysuch darkened men of tradeswhose…

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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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Towards His Shore -a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Art: ‘Ushibori’ by Kawase Hasui (1930) http://www.arctic.edu “A solitary tune by a fisherman, though, can be an invaluable treasure.” Ikkyu Sojun Towards His ShoreBreeze rippled surfaceas river so skin,gentle snow adrift in the nightnot so the chabuneHiroshi's hands familiarwith the steady course,his true beaconthe cottage lightprovided by darkness,Kimiko sheltered by her bangasa against prying…

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