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Heavenly Delight – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Linda is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to use the word browse in a poem.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Out Of The Meadow’s Browse

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“The garden of love is green without limits ….” Rumi

Heavenly Delight

Today I passed by and saw
your gate was closed,
you smiled from within,
and I determined to walk
the path to your door,
to touch those lips that smiled,
look into your dreamer's eyes,
and browse your garden of
heavenly delight and wonder.


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The Essence Of Being – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.” Lao Tzu

The Essence Of Being

Thinking is over rated,
time to put Descartes aside,
I am not my thoughts 
though my thoughts are mine,
they are not my sum,
thoughts come and go while
some reside, but the essence
of being is being love,
love is the measure,
love is the way and,
by love I am.


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Did I Dream It? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sarah is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write a poem about sleep in any form.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Sleepy Times

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“Things taste better outdoors. And if it’s a forbidden thing, so much the better.” Franny Billingsley

Did I Dream It?

I cupped your breast and
supped your lips beneath 
the bowed table of rich plenty,
when the sky was open and your 
eyes invited me to worlds beyond
your sleepy smile, of dragonflies and
kingfishers, seeds laughing along
the air, did I dream it?


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Only Love Passes This Way Twice – Prosery by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Merril is hosting Prosery (144 words) with an invitation to use a line from the poem ‘May Day” by Sara Teasdale: the line is – “For how can I be sure I shall see again The world on the first of May.”

dVerse Poets – Prosery – Sara Teasdale and May

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“The thing about roads is that you happen upon them again.” Jill Santopolo

Only Love Passes This Way Twice

They say that a river doesn't pass twice, cannot be touched twice, only flows by once in its purest self, which is not its purest self, except for the sake of that moment in which it is truly one, never to be one in the same way again. Everything is emerging while yet everything is passing. This is, perhaps, well beyond our capacity to know, but yet it is in our capacity to feel.

And yet, this is always so difficult. For how can I be sure I shall see again the world on the first of May, when surely, like water, it shall not pass this way again? It will not be. In its purity it cannot be, as I cannot be but once. Unlike love, which is eternally, perpetually, proposing new ways to us, courting our attention as it continually passes by.



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The Day’s Joyful Decay – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“To sit in the shade on a fine day and look upon verdure is the most perfect refreshment.” Jane Austen

The Day's Joyful Decay

Languorous days like thin batter 
smoothly poured, filling the crevices
and cracks of an otherwise ordinary 
hazy day with lazy pleasures now
piled up in the sink, an upturned book, 
a pack of cards, and chilled white wine
warming in the rosewater light of 
autumn swoon, the stillness undisturbed
in the day's joyful decay.


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Across The Line – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“In origami the first folding should be done very well, so that the paper can stand.” Kazuko Horiuchi

Across The Line

O how I love your folds,
across the line I go 
following the very crease 
of you, sensing your
essence, holding your form,
seeing your true colour as
we fold and refold, not 
knowing where, or that 
there is, was, a line, now
blurred, lost in each other,
all the while emerging.


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Julia’s Kiss – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Merril is hosting Poetics with an invitation to choose from a list of rose names to write a poem about. I have chosen ‘Julia’s Kiss’

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Naming The Rose

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“Kiss me and you will see how important I am.” Sylvia Plath

Julia's Kiss

She was no child despite her
finger hair curl distraction thing,
her cheesecloth off-the-shoulder
with garlanded hair, and her light,
tinkling brook laughter, she kissed
like a hungry, ravenous lion, like a 
growl, a roar of pleasure, a vibrato 
of the soul; Julia's kisses would
always take us from mere bud to
full bloom, she played strong.


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Drawn On Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse De is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write about chalk.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Chalk It Up To Poetry

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“A drawing is simply a line going for a walk.” Paul Klee

Drawn On Love

He looked at her long
recognising the stirrings deep within,
he took his pastels and stroked the
paper gently eliciting form as felt,
but something lacked, and his 
movements became more urgent,
frustrated with his chalky lines
he stopped and reached out,
touching her.


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Beyond – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Reality doesn’t impress me, I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.” Anais Nin

Beyond

I could describe this by mundane anatomy,
by arcane physiology, or even psychology,
naming steps, movements, the exhaustion 
of language spent in breathless pursuit.

A nomenclature of moments cannot possibly
describe the sheer urgency of the softness 
and welcome of folding with you into an
ecstasy beyond description, beyond reason,
beyond, until we let go.

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I Sigh For More – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Laura is hosting Meeting the Bar with an invitation to write about dawn with either a poem about greeting dawn or lovers parting at dawn.

dVerse Poets – MTB – Morning Has Broken

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“The dawn of beauty always comes after night.” Sorin Cerin

I Sigh For More

Sweet dew upon your lips, your hips,
I trace your skin and brush your cheek,
my eyes are filled with all of you,
my cup is full, our love flows over and over, 
now rent by curtained slivers of dawn,
you rise and I adore then soon you are gone,
leaving me with memories, my fondest, 
the gentle calm of your breathing,
I sigh for more.


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