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Whether The Weather a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Mish is hosting Poetics – “You have probably assumed I am asking you to use juxtaposition in your poem today. Correct! In addition to that, I am offering you a visual element for inspiration.

From the images below, choose two that YOU feel could create a contrast. Then use them as a foundation to build your poem. Combine sensory details that conflict with each other. Blend the concrete with the abstract. You can even shift between environments or periods of time. A shorter poem may have greater impact, but of course any style you would like to work with is fine. If you are not moved by any of the images provided, feel free to use your own.

Where do the images take you? How do they compare? How do they relate? Could metaphors explain how they are connected? What is the message? Is there an element of hypocrisy or irony? Could one of them be the subject and the other, the atmosphere, mood or setting? What happens when you blend them? Do they ignite tension that needs resolution?”

dVerse Poets – Poetics – A Tale Of Two Images

I chose the following images

felipeaugusto-earth-2938017 and 2020/08/plants-5335777_1920.jpg



Whether The Weather

As to the question
will it or won’t it
my window offers
the best possibility
of approximating
an answer, whereas
old barometer seems
somewhat churlish,
unlikely to deliver
anything precise while
weather app is
inconclusive with lots
of maybe, maybe not
truth is, something’s
going to happen but then
another question arises,
will it be feast or famine?

Copyright 2026 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon
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Fate Of The Rain Drop – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: vicflora.rbg.vic.gov.au The southern blue gum leaf is considered the longest eucalypt leaf in Australia at 150 – 300 mm long.

Fate Of The Rain Drop

Long waxy
impenetrable leaves,
grey green
southern blue gums
bathed in rain,
drops clinging on
their narrow tips
shaking in the wind,
I watch with baited
breath waiting to
see if they hold
or fall to the ground,
my mood connected
inextricably.

Copyright 2026 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon
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Recharge – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: taken at Kookynie – late winter 2021, this winter creek was not running!

Form: revisiting the Zuihitsu

Recharge

First rains break faux summer as autumn slides towards cool solstice while my heart warms in anticipation. Drops splatter loudly on summer’s wrinkled, veteran leaves who greedily soak them up sharing little with the parched soil who rasps for relief. I touch the leaves, feeling the miracle of water between my dry fingers.

Will the rain zhuzh up my tired veteran skin, or will it remain parched?

The frogs are calling in beat to the drops, singing throaty jazz praises. Stems seem to become supple and whippy, athletic.

As my feet descend into the
ground, I anticipate everything.

Copyright 2026 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon
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A Tanka by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Li is hosting Open Link Night – the night we choose a poem to post.

dVerse Poets – OLN

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Image by Joe from Pixabay

Form: Tanka (5-7-5-7-7)

yes rainstorm coming 
I feel the old oppression
wipers swish swishing
behind my dark throbbing eyes
ever waiting for release

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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

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Photo: taken north of Jindalee – looking east over the Great Victoria Desert, one of the driest places in Western Australia.

Dust

Summer lines my mouth with forest ash, a reminder of other lives. Blackboard monitor taste, ghostly white, dusting off; chalk lines for handball with all the attendant double entendre, same as marbles, there’s no escaping the language we develop around giggles and hands over mouths with whispers out of harms way. 

Later came sighs like the tongues of angels but by then we had traversed life’s mountain and returned below the humid clouds to the ordinary dryness.

Will the rains come, will they turn the chalk to milky sludge. Will I traverse that mountain again. The earth is dusty, thirsty ….

But I worry that the rains will wash away my memories to the ocean where all memories are held. Will the ocean whisper them back to me?

I’m hanging on to the dust. 

Copyright 2026 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon
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Rain – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Poets Laura is hosting Meeting The Bar with and invitation to poetry with a colour motif:

  • take one or more literal colours (not a fancy colour name)
  • repeat the colour word(s) throughout the poem (e.g. refrain; anaphora, epistrophe)
  • use colour synonyms
  • employ colour with its specific meaning to the poem’s theme
  • let your colour motif(s) also become symbolic

Your poetry style is optional but you may want to experiment with Imagism. If so these are the guidelines: Your choice of subject should reflect real life Use language of common speech. direct and economical, using common words and phrases. Embrace free verse. Disregard poetic meter but rather, focus on the rhythm of your phrases.

dVerse Poets – MTB – The Colour Motif and Amy Lowell’s Imagism

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Image by daway from Pixabay

Rain

Rain is one of the best
colour mediums,

how it distorts red taillights
on winter nights, or

how it enhances grey
concrete to the status
of polished marble,
lifting flat surfaces to
glossy reds and yellows,
refracting blues as
subtle palette variations,
how it sits dotted on
rich red lips waiting
to be tasted.

Copyright 2024 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon
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After The Rains – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: gardenersworld.com Herb garden

“But there is one who holds this falling infinitely softly in His hands.” Rainer Maria Rilke

After The Rains

Today
I strolled the border
I stroked the herbs
mottled
blotched,
old tanned skin
stems all lanky,
woody
aged,
after the rains
I will stroke the
new soft shoots
tender as youth.

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Loud Solitary – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: The Bunbury Wetland, part of a regular walk when I am in Bunbury.

“… for always night and day I hear lake water lapping …” William Butler Yates

Loud Solitary

Did I hear joy
over the lake as
rain pours in
in arkfuls
then, after a pause,
a loud solitary quack of
punctuation,
merely a comma in
anticipation.

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One By One – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Beelu National Park, Mundaring, winter rain.

“At Weicheng morning rain has dampened light dust” Wang Wei

One By One

After an exhausting dry
rain has been welcomed home
long before we danced naked
among the trees,
see how the drops are splotting,
darkening the earth
one by one until
earth and rain become one
completely immersed,
Flora's green tinge rising,
life shaped by
rain soaked earth.

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These Kisses Of Rain – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: wallpapercave.com

“Let the rain kiss you” Langston Hughes

These Kisses Of Rain

Slish slosh gentle
turns to whoosh,
to the succulent
suction of the mud
and with a sphluck
shoes off now,
playing fileds like
rice paddies,
water down my back,
shirt off now
it's cold but
I'm laughing,
I'm so wet and yet
I'm loving these
kisses of rain
on my skin,
one with the rain
I am rain
I am.

Copyright 2024 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon
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