dVerse Poets – Poetics – Surrealism in Poems
Linda at dVerse has invited us to delve into surrealism.
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“An ecstasy is a thing that will not go into words; it feels like music.” Mark Twain
Like A Wave
The water once gathered from the sky,
heaven’s bold gift
a recess of your mind
your dark iris hears, sees, and
tells a tale of something known
in the very core of that secret place,
turning, writhing, resisting,
as the piper plays
tunes move through you,
a smooth melolagnia,
your hairs stand
rippling, like a wave
as you soak deep
the abiding presence
washing over,
now spent
as night.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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It’s your words that capture me in this poem, Paul – “recess”, “dark”, “secret”, “night” – they draw me into a hidden place, and unknown both frightening and yet fertile.
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Wow, powerful poeming!
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Many thanks Lynn
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This poem is as sensual as the waves of the ocean. Perfect!
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Thank you Linda, much appreciated.
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I feel very much like falling in love seeing the sea in your lover’s eyes.
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How wonderful, thank you Bjorn, I enjoyed that very much.
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A beautiful intimacy!💕❤️
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Thank you so much for that 🙂
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Nice last two lines about being spent as night.
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Nice to know it struck a chord so to speak, thank you Frank.
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Those were the two lines that most resonated with me as well.
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Thank you Liz.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Much appreciated Charles
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Always glad to share your posts, Paul!! 😊✨👍
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Can only agree to the other commentors. Wonderful answer to the challenge. Michael
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Very kind, thank you Michael
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A very sensual poem
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Yes indeed.
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