I Must Attend - Haibun By Paul Vincent Cannon
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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Sure - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Melissa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem that is about lying, for more detail follow the link below: dVerse Poets – Poetics – April Fools Image: learning-mind.com “To claim, at a dead party, to have spotted a grackle, when in fact you haven’t of late, can do no harm.” Richard Wilbur SureO yeah, surekeep goingbut I gotta tell youonly 47% of what you saidis true…
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To Kill A Plant - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: found on pinterest.com – trumpet vine. “The poets must give us imagination of peace …” Denise Levertov To Kill A PlantNot a native species a foreign invasive, and against all adviceI planted a trumpet vinebright, orangey fun, butin the blink of my eyeit overran the bordersstrangled my shrubstook over the place,I trimmed and prunedpruned and trimmedto no avail,so I laid the axe on…
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I Wonder - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Image by JayMantri from Pixabay “Did you tackle that trouble that came your way …” Edmund Vance Cooke I WonderThe unplanned dayexpansive before me,as creased and informal as my wrangled sheetsand just as sneaky as what lay imaginatively under the bed plottingagainst my lack of showering,ironing or complete plan of doing zero,subverted by any numberof impromptu zoomsa lack of milkvisitors…
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Revisionniste - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Image by Roman Kogomachenko from Pixabay “When the past is all deception” T.S. Eliot Revisionniste What do you want to see,the ghost fiction of your romantic mind played onlife's brassy screen aslipstick on a figment,a ferment of slivers,which one will fall outfirst doesn't really matter,the order is always disordered and none of them will show the unified whole,every memory playedis a chapter…
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Just As We Hide - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: stock.adobe.com via Bing “When you trust yourself, you trust others too” Maya Angelou Just As We HideAutumn let golet go of all the brittle insecurityof spent summer,the sun throwing herself atgranite as if she might break open the truths of nature,the granite resistingeons at a time,not so much by strengthas by stealthholding back the contents,just as we hide our own truths by shame…
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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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Black Feathers - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Image by Monica Volpin from Pixabay “Darkness covering the forest” Maria Veronica Cruz Azores Black FeathersBlack feathers in a white forest,a random solitary collection driftingblown by the winds of wrathchased by yellowed howling hellhoundsin a night when the moon covered herself,warding off the razors edgea sensed danger,dreamed enemies closeeven the gods are not safe,the dragons too have…
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Old Or New Ways? - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Bjorn is hosting Open Link Night (with live edition) the night we choose a poem to post. dVerse Poets – OLN Photo: trillmag.com “My nostrils prickle with nostalgia.” Sylvia Plath Old Or New Ways?That piece of musicline of poetry so famousbook that imprints the heartso beautifulso moving,but are they moving nowin new ways,or are you moved thirty years agoin old ways,your emotions…
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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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