Just Me - Prose By Paul Vincent Cannon
Just Me - prose by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Merril is hosting Prosery (144 words) with an invitation to take the line “I have no skill for flight or wings to skim the waves effortlessly, like the wind itself.” from the poem ‘The Magnificent Frigate Bird’ by Ada Limon. dVerse Poets – Prosery – Ada Limon Photo: goalcast.com “We live in secret cities and we travel unmapped roads” Alberto Rios Just MeI am not bark or fibre, I am…
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Stray Bands - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Melissa is hosting poetics with an invitation to write an ekphrastic poem using one of four paintings by Emil Nolde. The double challenge is to do so knowing the artist originally declaimed his connection to the NAZIs but was eventually outed as having been involved in the NAZI party. Note: There are a number of famous people who fit into this type of moral dilemma – Martin Heidegger…
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The Friend - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Lillian is hosting Open Link Night with live edition, the night we choose a poem to post and we are invited to the live gathering to read it too – for link and information follow the link below: dVerse Poets – OLN Image by Mircea Iancu from Pixabay “In human closeness there is a secret edge …” Anna Akhmatova The FriendA friend iswhat you arein his eyes,if noticed you werewaitingfor…
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Watermelon Whine - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Kim is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem with an opening hook, Philip Larkin’s work offered as a prime example, follow the link below for more detail: dVerse Poets – Poetics – Getting Hooked on Opening Lines Photo: greencollar.com.au “And I am sharp as steel with discontent” Claude McKay Watermelon Whine Blackened, rotting water melon on the vine sans coffee post…
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Restoration - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: news.com.au “If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other” Thich Nhat Hanh RestorationThat day, whenmuddy paws smudge your jeans,the burger erupts and spattersit only rains as you leave the carwater from the bin lid fills your shoes,no matter how hard you try the marmalade will not come off,always a trace just as butter in a beard,traffic heavy like a…
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It Has Always Been So - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: Hunter S. Thompson – journalist, writer, author, originator of “Gonzo” journalism. From thefamouspeople.com “It was like falling down an elevator shaft and landing in a pool full of mermaids.” Hunter S. Thompson It Has Always Been SoOnce upon a time Iwas disillusioned with Thompson's infectionthe whole question of truth and fictionhow dare they be blendedin the mainstream,but…
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Madness Lurks - prose by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Li is hosting Prosery (144 words of prose) with an invitation to take a phrase from Alice Walker’s ‘Before you knew you owned it.’ The phrase is – “Make of it a parka for your soul.” dVerse Poets – Prosery – Making a Parka Image: aljazeera.com Evil personified! “Oh shade obscene from out the jungled past.” Burnett A. Ward Madness Lurks A bleak wind blows. Everywhere madness creeps…
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Sticks Together - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Lisa is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) inviting us to write a poem using the word With. dVerse Poets – Quadrille – With a little help Photo: http://www.vox.com “Where have you been? They ask. And what has taken you so long? That night after eating, singing, and dancing we lay together under the stars. We know ourselves to be part of mystery.” Joy Harjo Sticks TogetherWreathednot…
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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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All That Remains - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Image by Matias Piedrabuena from Pixabay “Love is apart from all things” Jack Gilbert All That RemainsHer shadow playshis memory,her voice approachingwith those old shoesthe worn patchhidden to the worldas much as herreaction to his touch,though subtleher lips give her away,eyes alightthrough her stoic glancesignals a firecatching at first flare,all that remainsis the placing ofmore kindlingto…
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