My Flame – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Melissa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write an Ekphrastic poem using one five art pieces provided from the work of artist Gerard Sekoto - for more detail and resource and to see all five art works follow the link below. dVerse Poets -…
Sister Sunshine – Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon
For Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge No. 61, Sisterly Love, Yvette invites us to write a syllabic poem where we focus on sisterly love. Yvette says - I realize that not everyone is blessed to have an amazing sister like I do, so for those of you who do…
Watching Them Really Dig You – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Punam is hosting the Quadrille (44 words sans title) with an invitation to write a poem including some from of the word dig, including the use of the stem dig - as in digress or digital. dVerse Poets - Quadrille - Let's Get…
A Tanka by Paul Vincent Cannon
Image: Japanese woodblock print: Fujimi Teahouse at Zoshigaya by Andō Hiroshige, 1797-1858, artist. Form: Tanka I have waited so longwe agreed to meet right hereupon his returnshe seems to be waiting toohope she’s not waiting for him Copyright 2026 ©️Paul Vincent…
A Tanka by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: found on tumblr.com Form: Tanka (5-7-5-7-7) lovers paradoxreal quantum mystery thermodynamicstwisted to its oppositeswe’re very cool when we’re hot Copyright 2026 ©️Paul Vincent CannonAll Rights Reserved ®️ Originally posted for #TankaThursday - Cool
The Original Only Please – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: Red Callistemon flowers, found at gardensonline.com.au Form: Zuihitsu The Original Only Please Sometimes on a Sunday morning wandering I have encountered evocative sounds and smells. Things that take me to other places in heart and…
Short free verse poem about the gravity pull of love, especially over time.
For #PoemsAbout #Gravity
With much thanks to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk
A vast, dark blue space scene with a small astronaut floating alone in the distance near the curve of a massive planet. The scale emphasises isolation and insignificance. The Broken Spine logo appears in the top left, "@thebrokenspine.co.uk" in white at the top right, and bold white text at the bottom reads: "Read Repost Reply #POEMSABOUT #GRAVITY".
Tomorrow: #PoemsAbout #Gravity. Not floating—falling.
Don’t resist it. Let it drag the poem where it needs to go.
Dust – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Merril is hosting Meeting the Bar with an invitation to write Zuihitsu. If you'd like to know more about the form follow the link below: dVerse Poets - MTB - Zuihitsu Photo: taken north of Jindalee - looking east over the Great Victoria Desert, one of…
Sigh, yes indeed, I echo your yearn John.
Old Care This may be foward of me. They pump crap into your head. "Perfume is very stale polluted air" said the air filter app and it got to knowing fake from real. Analyse metadata. Clear preloved accessories apartment has speaking apparatus somatic movement proved stamps have hidden secrets in their signing. Breach the difference between nations. Be unsane. In Shakespeare's time mattresses were secured on bedframes by ropes. Easily genuinely can't tell anyone they're Nasa just dropped that gives me purpose. Exit the fossil fuel. I caught the glitch bit.
If only it weren't so, tech imagines it is knowing, merely sifting, as for knowing anything we only know ourselves methinks, stirred my thoughts Paul.
Today's #PoemsAbout prompt #EdgeOfKnowing sent me (appropriately!) to unfamiliar territory. Many thanks @alanparrywriter.co.uk @thebrokenspine.co.uk. looking forward to reading other responses from the #poetrycommunity
Poem: Of Dreams “We dream—it is good we are dreaming— It would hurt us—were we awake—” Emily Dickinson, “We dream—it is good we are dreaming” In my dreams, I am multitudes, in my dreams, I walk through walls, and soar beyond time, it runs backwards (my dead are alive). In my dreams, I am every fish in every ocean, my tails are tales that dive and swim ashore morph into more. I am every bird in every hue, feather-flighting migrating birds and one-way trippers-- in my dreams I soar, sink, think, I think I know— everything-- how do I know my dream did not change the world? George Orr, and/or, Orwell, all is well-- America is singing, a dream deferred, and I am just at the edge of understanding— then I wake.
Good morning! So many prompts, so much poetry to read--a bounty of riches this month! Here's my poem for #PoemsAbout #EdgeOfKnowing Thank you as always to @alanparrywriter.co.uk and @thebrokenspine.co.uk I'll be back later to read.
What a wonderful poem Merril, it really captures the nature of dreams and also the feelings of people and past, but especially by naming Orwell that angst of this moment, if only dreams were predictive ....
Taking a breather. A poem for #PoemsAbout #edgeofknowing for @thebrokenspine.co.uk
This I see often, even now as I read there is a hawk, and a sea eagle, majestic creatures. The thrill of the hunt, the risk, in sharp contrast to humanity's proclivity for taking more than needed and normalising risk.
Pustinya Desert sacrament Affronts with its Bleak honesty, the Horror it prompts. Joyful at our Futility amid Beyond-worded Perils, it Cuts to the bone, Strips to gaunt, Naked intent. Mind denuded, Carnal as the Body unclad - Open to the Hazards of this Rugged land - Desert sacrament Asks that we stay Present, fit to Grasp ourselves only Insofar as we can Grasp the One. In such Blank fellness, We are hard, upright Splinter of Query. ©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2026 Pustinya (Russian, Slavic) – “Desert”, “Wilderness”, “Wasteland”, denoting spiritual retreat etc.
©Jan Peters/Solivagant Wisdom, 2024 Craggy sandstone formations festooned with graffiti, Klusfelsen Cliffs, Saxony-Anhalt, Germany
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Yes!
Teetering on the
Precipice of knowledge, while
Practicing patience.
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I love this, for too many reasons to name here, but the sense of desert communities who have become deepened in consciousness in real or interior deserts resonates here.
TOO CLOSE I get up on the edge of no wing coffee vapor headlines doomscroll like morning thermals I am the turkey vulture sin-eating the shit of human dis-ease my constitution like my country tested can’t get high enough over the canopy to keep my ass above the flames fanning the stench of roasted flesh and chemical burns pining for rare and calmer days circling in blue purified sky awash in carrion’s sweet rot sublime beyond the percolating stills and sugar sand trails bleeding cedar water a seasoned witch steeped in herbs and wildflowers singing to anyone who cares of magic I long to know her name the spell song from the edge of no wing I get down again
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Yes, the phrases in italics allude to the song, Close to the Edge.
John this powerfully names my sense of the world right now, the human dis-ease and the carrion too. What a vile period this is.
featherfooted consciousness as nighttime reaps uncertainty the veil of consciousness wears thin I float and hover — featherfooted dressed in stars and sunken dreams hold on while fraying at the seams no wars but scars turned wings through time and patience bears a source of light — tonight I stray let wonder carry heavy thought within this intimate embrace nesting in peace amidst old doubt just whispers — I refrain from shouting since time won't yield like gravity
My contribution to
#PoemsAbout #EdgeOfKnowing
following the fraying threads of a lucid dream...
Thank you for the prompt
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Looking forward to read all other contributions, still some catching up to do...
The title and the first line - I'm sitting with that.
I had a thought A sweet thought A stream of a thought A babbling winding surging meandering river undertowing the thought The thought in two thoughts of a thought of surrendering the sweetness of the the there… the ,not no. Naught. of a By C. Oulens
For #PoemsAbout #EdgeOfKnowing, I found a thought and followed it too far.?
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#PoemsAbout still got me writing about the edges of things.
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The Giver’s Disappearance I gave until the edges came undone. A scaffold built for others to ascend. My name grew faint beneath what I had done. Each morning broke with gauntlets to be run. A silent pact I never chose to bend. I gave until the edges came undone. Their needs, like tides, eclipsed my only sun. No space to trace the self I could defend. My name grew faint beneath what I had done. The mirror held a stranger I would shun. Feigned smiles without the strength to pretend. I gave until the edges came undone. They praised the strength, the grace, the constant one. But never asked what I might need to mend. My name grew faint beneath what I had done. Now duty speaks in voices not my own. A life I built but do not comprehend. I gave until the edges came undone. My name grew faint beneath what I had done.
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I don't feel like I know anything at the moment, and ignorance has proven to not be as blissful as promised!
But #PoemsAbout day is here 😊
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Stepping stones I put you on a shelf with the other saints ready to forget your transgressions all the shadows the silence your stories your lies tomorrow we will cross the river on stepping stones made of broken promises
Turns out the #FragmentsFriday I posted last week was the perfect opening to this week's #PoemsAbout #EdgeOfKnowing! So now I do know where that was going! Thanks @alanparrywriter.co.uk / @thebrokenspine.co.uk for the prompt! #poems #poetry #blueskypoetry
Kinda maybe completely forgot about #poemsabout this week 🤦 #edgeofknowing