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Exquisite – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Taste

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“…. true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.” Audrey Hepburn

Exquisite

The recipe was not lost,
simply one off,
never to be repeated, 
just one pinch of shyness,
a sprig of humour,
some joy generously added,
an abundance of love
layered in all its flavours,
with a dash of awareness 
and finished with a quiet
confidence lightly held,
such an exquisite being,
to taste her
is to taste the strength that 
holds everything together.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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We Were – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Open Link Night

Lillian at dVerse is hosting Open Link Night where we post a poem of our choosing.

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“Your task is not to seek love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.” Rumi

We Were

We were talking about Plato
as you do over wine and,
soon enough, Descartes,
just as I thought I thought I 
was for a mo, until we 
moved to the moderns
when she confessed Derrida
and all that jazz, waxing
lyrical about deconstruction
as I slowly unbuttoned her
blouse, after which we were 
completely existential.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Juice – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Linda at dVerse has invited us to write a quadrille (44 words) on the subject of brambles. dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Brambles

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“The tastiest berries are often hidden. Do not despair if you haven’t found true love. Look under the leaves and branches of convention.” Khang Kijarro Nguyen

Juice

By sun's zenith we plunged on
filling our baskets brim,
our shirts stained and torn,
your cheek bleeding,
eyes smiling and lips fulsome;
by moon's zenith we plunge
into the juice of life with
sugar tongued, 
softly encrusted,
moist slices of
your blackberry pie.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Of Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Kim at dVerse has invited us to write a quadrille (44 words) using the word blue. dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Blue

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“A certain blue enters your soul.” Henry Matisse

Of Love

Welcome to my bower
of all things true
writers ink or anise drink,
azure sky just as Oedipus
reflected in earth's waters,
or the potter's cobalt glaze,
all needs a little chemistry and
heat in passioned mix, 
just as your eyes
of love.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Note: The Australian Bower Bird builds a scrub nest on the ground and fills it with shiny things, preferably blue in order to attract a mate.

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If It Did – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Nothing ever really goes away, it just changes into something else. Something beautiful.” Sarah Ockler

If It Did

But
what if I wasn't,
or if I couldn't,
maybe never would,
and what if I didn't, well, 
would it really matter?
Because if it did, perhaps
you'd change your mind?
Whatever your disposition,
this dissonance won't leave.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Nutmeg – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The spicier the food, the spicier the Love.” Anthony T. Hinks

Nutmeg

The day of metaphors arrived
like a vine claiming a trellis,
unconsciously filling the lines
of his normally vapid mind with
a stirring to picking pumpkins,
the slicing thereof to a soup,
tasting the bland therein, spiced
memories erupting a remedy,
dashes and pinches colliding
with a thought that simmered,
that his day was quite the same,
and when he called she said yes,
Nutmeg was always ready to spice.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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She Dreamed – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Five Lines

“Let my beloved come to his garden and eat its choicest fruits.” Song of Songs

She Dreamed

Magenta stretched out among the wildflowers,
the sun soaked earth warming deeply,
colourful perfumed senses aroused
while she dreamed her secret garden
only he could tend.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Two Hearts – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

Merril at dVerse has invited us to write a piece of prose using the words “We go in different directions down the imperturbable street.” by Gwendolyn Brooks.

dVerse Poets – Prosery





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“How weird it was to drive streets I knew so well. What a different perspective”

Two Hearts

Should we go in different directions down the imperturbable street we might discover a confusion of serenity that, in fact, all is not what it seems. In my view all is chaotic fulmination, voices ringing off concrete, the air thick and potent with energy, only to be swallowed in the humous of bordered gardens as dusk ensues, waiting for dawn. In your view, all is serene and in its place, a stillness and a quiet resolve of patient ferment pervading the air. It just happens to be that we are going the same way, though in very different directions down the same street. Somewhere in the parallel journey we find the middle line without looking. There’re no surrendering views, just two trapeze artists in a shakedown in the kingdom known as middle road. Life is richer that way. Two hearts are better than eyes.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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It Fell – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Sunday – Luscious

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"The proximity of a desirable thing tempts one to overindulge. On that path lies danger."   Frank Herbert

It Fell

The glistening droplet gathered itself
into a weight of momentum,
slithering the glossy surface
with greedy, lusty intent,
feeling every vein and downy hair
until, having drunk its fill of
luscious skin, it fell to the ground 
of fertility where its sighs can 
still be heard.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Moth – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge: Risk-Reward

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“Only those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.”  T.S. Eliot

The Moth

To burn,
catch fire,
wince with pain,
recoil, return,
like a moth to the flame,
a zeppelin alight,
all warnings ignored
my fingers to the fire,
a searing, scorching heat,
they urged me back,
to be near her is risk,
a reward enough.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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