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That Smile – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Grace is hosting Poetry Form with an invitation to write a minute poem which consists of a narrative, rhymed, twelve lined poem of three quatrains based on a syllable system of 8.4.4.4.

dVerse Poets – Poetry Form – The Minute Poem

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“People should fall in love with their eyes closed.” Andy Warhol

That Smile

We aimed for bright turquoise roundels,
where nothing quells
love's long river,
ever giver

We found instead a yellowed sun
below such fun
of full embrace
revving the pace

Here nothing ever remains square
your wink my dare,
your gummy smile
I run a mile



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Trace Me – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Merril is hosting the Quadrille with an invitation to write using the word or any of its forms – Shiver.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Shiver

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“Give me excess of it; that surfeiting. That appetite may sicken and die.” William Shakespeare

Trace Me

Are you cold?
why?
You shivered so.
Ah, yes, it's that thing that you do.
What?
That thing you do.
O, that.
Yes, when your finger traces so
deliciously, tantalisingly across
that carnal vale, it shivers me so,
go on, trace me a shiver.


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Wrapping – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: The bark of a Jarrah tree along the Railway Heritage Trail, Mundaring.

“Your personal boundaries protect the inner core of your identity and your right to Choices.” Gerard Manley Hopkins

Wrapping

From my earliest moments of cogito,
the eye of my I, O aye,
I learned to wrap myself against the
cold of an encroaching world and 
the desires of others, while yet 
offering little gaps and holes through
which the mew of you, O true
can slip through.


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Journey To Celebration – Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lisa is hosting the Haibun with an invitation to write about Celebration.

dVerse Poets – Haibun – Celebration

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“And so this is Christmas and what have you done?” John Lennon


Journey To Celebration

La Nina grips our western coast, it's hotter than hell, 45c (113f) up in the city, hot enough to boil my blood. Surely everyone will come to us on the southern coast, no trekking for us this year we're staying bunkered in the coolness.

Soon the days are passing fast and it seems that all are on their way and the journey to celebration has begun. Much sweeping, cooking, decorating, though no bulwark against the christmastide that annually washes over us. And as time inevitably shortens to its point, we hear the news that they're only an hour away. All that must be done is done though imperfectly arranged.

Our apprehensive energy is released at every hug and hello, the food is such a synchromesh of cheer, it garners every word and smile. We ride the lows of politics and the controversies of the family lines while lifting high on living well, of dreams, of visions, of aspirations, our thoughts are projected well.

All too soon we've chewed the fat, and over hours and days all must depart, a small grief occupies our hearts. It seemed a long road to this moment, now it has come and passed, all are sated and spent. The storm we talked up has settled now, and in the quiet of the house we rest in our happy glow.

sun heats the earth
summer celebrations run
a small grief fills hearts


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A Story In Lines – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.” Franz Kafka

A Story In Lines

Her bisque skin,
carrying the scars of winter's
past, coursing torrents now
etched like a dry river bed,
all delicate parchment,
testimony to lived skin,
as expiation for love's need,
life poured out, a libation of
for others sketched across
her open face, a story in lines,
never spoken, but always told
in humble presence.


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Yes – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“I think the eyes flirt most. There are so many ways to use them.” Anna Held

Yes

Never a word in
this delicious conversation,
your eyes yessed mine
with unnerving penetration,
without invitation,
your corners creased with
Persephone's confidence,
your gentle assault overrunning 
my fleeting ambivalence,
putting doubt to the sword in
deft strokes of sparkle.


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The Bold Gaze Of Silence – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The deepest moments of intimacy occur when you’re not talking.” Patricia Love

The Bold Gaze Of Silence

Impassive,
your lips refrain in this 
slender moment of opening,
but your eyes belie the silence
that hangs between us as they 
speak quietly and without 
reservation of love's invitation,
where words might shake and
not be trusted, the bold gaze of
silence pulls strongly to a tender 
embrace.


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Still Rising – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.” Jack London

Still Rising

I traced the line of the meteor's red arc
in the fullness of your glistening eyes,
awaiting love's long, cruel demise,

∽ so soon fooled by its trajectory ∼

a much tilted orbit, ablaze, still rising,
lighting the sky's shadowed back,
tracing a smile on your glistening lips.


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The Open Door – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Look on every exit as being an entrance somewhere else.” Tom Stoppard (Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead)

The Open Door

The open door completely reframed my sense of story,
imagining a world beyond the fragile paralysis of this one,
now I know what to look for in this muddled middle,
something I still hold on to in all this long striving.

Imagining a world beyond the fragile paralysis of this one,
I have my own reasons for this largess of imagination,
something I still hold on to in all this long striving,
Besides, mystery is an invitation to a wondering.

I have my own reasons for this largess of imagination,
I'm trying to tell you that we can not live without it,
besides, mystery is an invitation to a wondering,
a moving towards yet joyfully never fully arriving.

I'm trying to tell you that we can not live without it,
Now I know what to look for in this muddled middle,
a moving towards yet joyfully never fully arriving,
the open door completely reframed my sense of story.


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The Violence Of The Puppets – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Brittany Poolaw (found on Twitter)

“No woman can call herself free who does not control her own body.” Margaret Sanger

For Brittany Poolaw a 21 year old who was sentenced on October 6 to four years imprisonment in Texas for what is deemed to be a first degree manslaughter conviction for miscarrying her fetus. (You can’t make this stuff up!)

The Violence Of The Puppets

Glass ceiling,
rape,
murder,
assault,
domestic violence (which is not very),
all pale (just a little, in the moment) next 
to the violence of the puppets pulled by
religious manias, twisted science,
all criminalising wombs,
perversely destroying all who would 
dare to choose their own path,
claiming god as if god (as if) were 
entirely ignorant by dint of a
cultural choice ceding power to a
gaggle of goons ironically seeking
the very murder they say (disingenuously)
that they abhor.


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