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One Long, Glorious Pilgrimage – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The punishment imposed on us for claiming true self can never be worse than th epunishment we impose on ourselves by failing to make that claim.” Parker J. Palmer

One Long, Glorious Pilgrimage

My life began wider than the ocean,
and so vulnerable to the eagle's sight,
soaring in the beauty of life, aiming
for the sun, grappling in the dark of
connection's lack as I wander this 
earth in one, long glorious pilgrimage
of constant diversion, ever seeking to
move away from the magnetic pull
towards narrow ways that strangle
any sense of true self.


Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®

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See That Girl – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lillian is hosting Poetics with a tribute to long time member of the bar Bjorn from Sweden and the invitation is to write a poem using a line form Abba’s ‘Dancing Queen.’

I could’t get past dancing or the line “Ooh, see that girl.”

dVerse Poets – Poetics – This One’s For You Bjorn

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See That Girl

Ooh, see that girl,
she's like a candy swirl,
strobed ball mirrored in her eyes,
flashing amyl smiles for those 
night-time miles of Donna and Gloria,
spine melting moves and chakra 
grooves sashayed to the spine,
it's Friday loose and the beat divine


Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Swing Swish – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Laura is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about a memory.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – In The Light Of Other Days

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“The dance is a poem of which each movement is a word.” Margaretha Geertruida MacLeod (Mata Hari)

Swing Swish

Laconic, the announcer regales in 
scratchy, valved tone a miller tune, 
the swish of her summer dress 
catches my ear, a familiar sound, 
she smiles to herself of dancehalls, 
velvet collared jackets, florals flared, 
I can see a trumpet in her eyes, and 
feel the rhythm in her walk, in this
moment she is spring, summer,
lighter, she reads my face and speaks 
of war and simple pleasures, soon
drifting into her memories, and I 
to the swirl of my spinning top.


Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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The Next Dance – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Grace is hosting Meeting the Bar with an invitation to personification and imagery.

dVerse Poets – MTB – Personification and Imagery

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“But what about those windy spring days? You know the drill, you fight the sheets onto the line. Then the wind catches them and makes them want to sail into the next country!” The Texas Homesteader

The Next Dance

Sick of line dancing, she wanted
to cut loose with a tango or a foxtrot,
even a rouge can-can would do it and,
once safely pegged, she gave herself to the 
sea breeze throwing her legs up, her head back,
tossing her skirt about with laughter just like 
linen flapping in the wind, and soon the others
joined in the fun, swirling and twirling
along the good time, refreshed and waiting 
for the next dance in the sun.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Stirred – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lisa is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write using the word abide. dVerse Poets – Quadrille – The Dude Abides

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“The dancer’s body is simply the luminous manifestation of the soul.” Isadora Duncan

Stirred

There she was,
hips swirling colour,
head flicked back,
her eyes laughing,
toes double time, 
double shot of fantasy,
bass line harmony,
stirred not shaken,
sipping hazy smoke
parched and spinning
closer and closer,
she hitched her skirt,
I flipped tails
abiding with her.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Only Dreams – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Lisa at dVerse has invited us to write a poem using the word (or derivative of) clown. dVerse Poets – Poetics – Clowning Around

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“Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.” Anais Nin

Only Dreams

We were agog in teens town,
all oxford bags and platforms
and we knew that the answers were
always at the back of the book,
there were no questions then,
only dreams to be made true,
including Romy, but she left the
party early, restless as always,
"Mate, don't be a clown, go after her"
they urged as if it were a sport,
but if it were the rules were unclear,
and I knew that her street smarts
would expose my innocent bravado,
so I clowned inside.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Making Her Own Path – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Wednesday – Dance

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“The moment in between what you once were, and who you are now becoming, is where the dance of life really takes place.”  Barbara de Angelis

Making Her Own Path

Alone at last
she heard again the
whispered invitation
and took off her outer self,
dancing a conversation
of physical grace,
an exquisite ritual
formed of something
deep within,
making her own path
along an ordinary course.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Moon Tide – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille

De at dVerse has invited us to write a Quadrille (44 words) using a form of the word filling.

 

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“Go slowly, my lovely moon, go slowly.”  Khaled Hosseini (The Kite Runner)

 

Moon Tide

When the moon fills your eyes
and the night shadows draw long,
then we will breathe as one,
bathed in the light
that hides in your dreams
and lives in your skin,
as tide that washes over until
we have danced into each other.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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For Her – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Wild.

Kim at dVerse has invited us to write a Quadrille (44 words) using and including the word Wild.

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“A succulent wild woman is one of any age who feels free to fully express herself in every dimension of her life.”  Sark

For Her

How can a label be drawn
from so narrow a quarter
that would imprison her,
her cover is always antithetical,
a contradicted series of paradoxes
packed in a conundrum,
Pandora loosed from that
quietude misjudged,
from her still centre
comes wild power.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Russet Royal Carpet – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Sunday – Comprise

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“And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.”  John Muir

Russet Royal Carpet

The herald breezes in and
stirs the russet royal carpet
that crackles under bare foot
like sheaves of crumpled cellophane
through which you follow your
improvised lyrical body,
an atonement for the daily grind
in which only the tall sentinels see
your transparent heart interpreting
the rhythms of life comprised of
your inner compass,
a spirit of music which guides you
to vulnerability and joy,
a dance of pure, liberated soul.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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