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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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Sooner -a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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“Dancing is a perpendicular expression of a horizontal desire.”  George Bernard Shaw

Sooner

Perhaps it was the wine
or the small of your back
we left the terrace behind,
your eyes drank my soul
while we waltzed in the shed
our laughter turning to sigh
and sooner, not later,
the long summer grass
caressed our shuddering whole.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Folded Resistance – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Language – VJs Weekly Challenge

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Folded Resistance

The folded resistance of your arms
speaks a volume loud enough for
my eyes to hear,
a clear signal of
your fullness,
there is no room for
my confection of words that
in yesterday’s moods
were understood,
floating so lightly
now leaden,
grasping,
sinking.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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She Floated – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Poetics – dVerse Poets – Madis-Gras-Mambo

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She Floated

Lent descended like a leaden dove
all sombre and accusing
but she beat the holy feast
to the shriving box
before the bell had ceased,
absolved she floated home
to clean out the pantry
of expectations,
sorrows,
and maybes,
there was never much there
but there was less now
as she devoured the old
making way for tomorrows,
dancing for all she was worth
and, though there’d be ash,
she’d transcended the pain
going all the way to ascension.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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We Moved As One – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Dancing

Romance – Friday Foto Fun

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We Moved As One

Flat screens in the window showed some dance show,
and couples started to slow and ooh and ah a little,
your eyes twinkled as you hitched up your skirt,
then we set fire to the street,
and in that moment we moved as one.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Grace Lives – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Grace

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Grace Lives

Grace is many things when all considered,
followers of the Nazarene say it’s God’s forgiveness,
others will say it is the poise of a ballet dancer,
while others say it is the flight of pelicans,
truth be told, it is the middle name of the one I live with.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

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A Diamond’s Best Friend

Diamonds Are A Girls Best Friend – music challenge

Nothing like a late entry in the challenge.

A Diamond’s Best Friend

Such a sassy lady
Rubenesque and flirty,
you turned heads,
some minds even dirty,
you bedded stars
and married a few
fame and fortune came to you,
and though it ended sadly
as you left us for another world,
you, Marilyn, Norma, you
are a diamond’s best friend,
they really look good on you.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul,

pvcann.com

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Salome

Sensual – FOWC

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Nadja Michael as Salome. There’s a lot of poetic licence used in the portrayal of Salome that simply isn’t evident in the historical and biblical texts. But it makes for great theatre. Salome the daughter of Herodias (formerly the wife of Philip the Tetrarch) who had left Philip for his brother Herod Antipas (which is what John the Baptist was making a fuss over, and in the end got him killed). There was one daughter from her marriage to Philip – Salome. Salome was invited to dance for her step father at court on his birthday.  The dance is not described anywhere, and much modern interpretation is speculation. However, the fact that Herod promised on oath to to give Salome whatever she asked for because her dance was pleasing tells us that it was in the least alluring and sensual given his reaction.

 

Breathless

You were huddled as the music began,
and slowly you unfolded
with such grace,
we held our breath.
You reached upwards,
your body ripe.
You swirled, dipped and turned,
your eyes wild,
hair ablaze,
fabric unfurling.
The air was so thin,
we were breathless.

 

©Paul Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

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