Category Archives: dreams

January 8, 2021 · 1:59 pm

Pond Of Dreams – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sanaa is hosting Open Link Night where we are invited to post a poem of our own choosing.

dVerse Poets – Open LInk Night

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“Moonlight incites dark passions ….” Rampo Edogawa 

Pond Of Dreams

I'm certain as not that my dreams lit
the light of my centre as moon floated 
gently through the window of invitation,
gently rustling my playful sheets of sigh,
lighting a fire behind my lids of desire,
with reciprocating motions of heart as
rhythms of stroked flesh hovering at 
the edge of desire assuming a tidal 
wave in a pond of dreams.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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November 17, 2020 · 2:40 pm

The Possibility Of Her – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse, De is hosting the Quadrille ( a poem of 44 words) using the word or any of its forms – possibility. dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Possibility

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“Life is a deep sleep of which love is the dream.” Alfred de Musset

The Possibility Of Her

Carefully crafted, she was a
composite of every fiction,
his pulse quickened,
anticipating the possibility of
her arrival, the creaking door
announcing her, now hovering,
conversing only in tongues,
his tortured lips in flames,
he woke, lost in a fug
as the door creaked.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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October 12, 2020 · 2:53 pm

With Moon – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“A dreamer is one who can only find their (his, sic) way by moonlight ….” Oscar Wilde

With Moon 

I was over dressed in thought as I 
meandered the joys of my uneven
shoreline, with moon on my shoulder,
unspoken for a time until the
water beckoned across the warm 
expanse and I waded out into the
cool sublime and swam my emotions
in the calm where moon undressed my 
thoughts and swam with me.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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October 5, 2020 · 2:28 pm

Alleluias Of Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.” Allen Ginsberg

Alleluias Of Love

Moon dreamed in my moments
the essence of my being,
nurturing the opening of a generous
fissure where the well-spring of life
overflowed and soul words erupted
like a river of ecstasy rising up from
my centre to greet the world with 
alleluias of love.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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September 23, 2020 · 2:19 pm

Unlocking the Light – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Lillian at dVerse is hosting Poetics and has invited us to view four pieces of Catrin Welz-Stein’s art work as a visual stimulus to writing either an ekphrastic poem, or other poetic response. dVerse Poets – Poetics

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“Beautiful moons make for special nights.” Verna Clay

Unlocking The Light

Moon smiled and said,
in a voice that floated,
if you truly love me you'll
find the welcome swallow
who holds the key to my
cosmic desire and fly to me
that I may unlock the light
dispelling shadow darkly
deep, that is yours,
and mine.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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August 24, 2020 · 1:42 pm

Nothing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“There’s a constant tension in climbing, and really all exploration, between pushing yourself into the unknown but trying not to push too far. The best any of us can do is tread that line carefully.” Alex Honnold

Nothing

I'm not entirely certain of the day,
but I know it began long ago
when I descended the valley straight
and began to climb my towering life,
each step shedding some load while
gaining expectations in my stead,
longing, longing for the top,
seeking for a vision,
holding my cool,
until at long last I arrived,
with nothing to see and 
nothing to do,
relief flooded through me,
and then a silence so profound,
a lightness of everything
I carried back to the ground.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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August 19, 2020 · 2:52 pm

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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August 18, 2020 · 3:32 pm

Those Days – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

Merril at dVerse has invited us to write a piece of prose (144 words) and to include the line from Allison Adelle Hedge Coke’s ‘A Time’

dVerse Poets – Prosery

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“That’s what hell must be like, small chat to the babbling of Lethe about the good old days when we wished we were dead.” Samuel Beckett.

Those Days

There’s a time and a place, but who knows when a sound, a taste, might become a portal to a golden era perfected in the mind as a pluperfect distortion approaching a kaleidoscopic experience of emotion and memory, a trickster dressed seductively in sentimental scant playing with my feelings. In those moments I feel as if I’m falling into a melliferous treacle of spreading activation that would hold me in some romanticised yesterday colonised by nostalgia and no sense of reality at all. Is this my measure of happiness, success, or progression? Is it trustworthy even in its signifiers, those signs and symbols truncated as truths embodied in codes only dreams hint at? But, when it is over, said and done, it was a time, and there was never enough of it, whatever it was. To recapture the feeling of moments is my adiction.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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August 10, 2020 · 3:16 pm

Suddenly – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“All credibility, all good conscience, all evidence of truth come only from the senses.” Friedrich Nietzsche 

Suddenly

Suddenly truth broke out on a 
spring morning laden with the
warmth of promise forecast
centuries ago by the hopeful
prophets before they became
adults stuck in over insured 
futures of predictable plastic 
living suicide and, 
just as suddenly,
people discovered themselves 
and each other.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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July 27, 2020 · 2:00 pm

Floating – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object.” Milan Kundera 

Floating

I'm so light,
effortlessly, peacefully floating,
letting my feelings surface,
holding my thoughts,
entertaining possibilities,
buying nothing,
allowing nothing to form me,
needing no permissions,
unconstrained, weightless,
so delicious to hold the key
that is a life-giving secret,
to share it now would undo
its energy and hold the dream
captive that needs to be free.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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