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Together – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.” Oscar Wilde

Together

The place where we lay down together,
this spiced bed of infinite pleasures,
an imaginarium that fills my senses,
opening me to the sacred moment,
everything taking on new meaning,
with feelings like white water, dangerous
and ecstatic, all at once, a place 
hallowed by the enfolding of love.

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The Blueberries – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Mish is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about fruit.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Always In Season

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“Age is not all decay, it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within that withers and bursts the husk.” George MacDonald

The Blueberries

In the very first of the season came the 
promise of delight cached in smooth,
taught, dark skin, shining, exposed,
ripening before the sun, full of rich delight
to please any tongue or wanton fingers
willing to scoop the sugared, juicy high,
now torn at first bite, passion longing for
another, and then another, until consumed
in faint exhaustion, sated, drunk, and only 
then noticing the pink tinged florets
modestly calling my eyes to something 
deeper than a possession of fruit, and so 
in the latter of the season I gazed into 
your abundant, fruitful self, waiting  to 
be gathered together in a devotion fit
for a tender deity.


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By Way Of An Answer – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Oh, put your mouth on mine and leave it so ….” Mary Carolyn Davies

By Way Of An Answer 

The question arose when my greedy mouth
collapsed with hunger upon yours, and no
words could be conjured to answer the 
silence, except the pulsing of my temples,
threatening to burst like a pierced water
main sharing its pressure with umbrellas 
and hats, bathed in choral rainbows, sung
in summer rain, taking me along alterity;
the question arose when my greedy mouth
collapsed with hunger upon yours.


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Makes Me Faint – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“When I’m good, I’m very good, but when I’m bad, I’m very bad.” Mae West

Makes Me Faint

The cauldron emptied liquid finer 
than water, red, molten, boiling,
into the channel so readily offered,
running, burning, smouldering,
until, finally, slowing, glowing, and
having run its course, settles, cools,
and sizzles before becoming solid
once more, like never before,
newly forged from the primal 
furnace and discharged with 
intense, consuming energy into
something so refined, beyond new,
whose heat makes me faint.


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Astro-logical – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse De has invited us to write a Quadrille (44 words) on some form of the word heart.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille- Heart

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“Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born ….” ee cummings

Astro-logical

There is no dys in the topia of 
my heart where you're concerned,
your ample fullness fills my
darkly mind with tingled pulses of
rhythmic, to the bone sensatiopns, 
that caffeinate my hours with a 
cornucopia of luminous astrologia
that simply makes me dizzy.


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Woven Connection – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.” Robert Frost

Woven Connection

Sweetness and terror push against each other
in warm waves of delicious intense confusion 
that wave my heart about in giddying flourishes,
catapulting me senseless in unexpected feelings,
leaving me so light I began to float away from you,
until you reached out and wove our fingers together
in a constancy of connection that holds me still.


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Leaving Me Anguished – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“What makes life worth living?” Zane Grey

Leaving Me Anguished

Blue strobe caressing my windows,
the anguished youth reaching inside
himself, clutching at the boiling darkness,
seeking an expiation that just won't come,
hugging the closeness of healing oblivion,
his nightmare vocal choking my senses
with a tar blackness spreading over my
angelic reach, which cannot touch him,
voices of necessity collapse him in a 
vain sugared hope, but I didn't hear one 
note of redemption in the poverty of his
trusting surrender, leaving me anguished,
reaching inside myself to find any 
semblance of meaning.


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Have We? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.” Franz Kafka

Have We?

Some things come to me at odd moments,
tying a shoelace or washing a cup or, in
the moment of the perhaps, waiting for
something, anything, in the length of a
soft, slow day, that might offer meaning,
depending on the question of course,
like love, for example, that we don't really 
know what it is even when we have supped 
from its chalice, have we consumed love
or, has love consumed us?

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Between – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lillian is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to use the homograph wound in both its forms.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Wound

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“The wound is the place where the light enters you.” Rumi

Between

The love wound wound itself around my 
heart sharp, like a cilice, offering exquisite 
devotional pain, and the more I wrestled 
with the feeling, the more it gripped the 
whole of me leaving me between the 
pain of regret and the joy of desire.

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Towards Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise.” Oscar Wilde

Towards Love

Hope waited long,
until one day,
hope cried out in the
wilderness of life,
a singular sound, 
a solitary word,
exposing all that was stolen,
silencing the clamour of
desolation, until hope cried
even louder, calling to the 
very heart, opening the gate
through which we ran, ran 
towards the voice crying love.

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