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The Domino Effect – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Domino Effect

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Photo: Actor Gene Tierney 1943.


“I loved her, not for the way she danced with my angels but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons.”  Christopher Poindexter


The Domino Effect

I chained my fevered mind
and tethered my wasted soul,
making incantations,
potions of restraint, yet
in a moment I swam an ocean,
ran a marathon,
and stupored I
wove a path of hiding
in plain sight,
all to no avail,
as I unleashed
my imagination unravelled
in your flesh,
my defenses collapsed,
one by one
my chains fell off.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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Love Is There – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon




“Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.”  Rabindranath Tagore


Love Is There

I’m not sure that I can trace beginnings or endings. Once I thought I could, but now I’m not so certain. The dualities of childhood eventually and thankfully slipped away in youth, so that sharp lines and edges, defined density of colours, even surety of perception, all faded in time. To just be in the moment seemed out of reach, until the great letting go, to surrender to ebb and flow without fear or seeking reason was, in the end, the greatest of joys. Even now I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended. But looking back, the question makes no sense. Starts and endings are merely endings and starts. You see love doesn’t start or end, it just is. Somehow I knew, know, that love circles, but I must trust and embody its seamless, wondrous, passionate rhythm.


©Paul Vincent Cannon



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My Drug Of Choice – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Word of the Day – Kick



“Honour women! They entwine and weave heavenly roses in our earthly life.”  Friedrich Schiller

My Drug Of Choice

short breaths,
and the moment passes,
though your eyes
offer playback,
my drug of choice,
and as much as I might try,
you’re the habit
I can’t,
don’t want to

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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Always That Something – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Sunday – Something



“One is not born, but rather becomes, a woman.”  Simone de Beauvoir

Always That Something

To be close to her is to
feel the cosmos
beating in my heart
running lucy’s diamonds,
essence of fairy dust,
pockets of poppies,
nosegays of lively moves,
handfuls of shooting stars
that tingle goosebumps
in ripples of swoon,
drenched in the purple
of mountains and
the turquoise of reefs,
always that something,
to be close to her is to
have it all.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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The Blossom Of Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse – Poetics – Apple

Anmol at dVerse has invited us to write about the humble apple.

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Art:  –  Japanese apple blossom


“O may your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the scent of your breath like apples.”  Song of Songs


The Blossom Of Love

The autumn gnarl and winters bane,
a mange of wolfish devour
stripped bare her modesty,
a vain reveal to a
brittle edge of life
where no life presents,
until, at last,
my eye corners a sudden
translucent flourish
enveloping her sallow,
aged limbs,
with a ripeness of birthing to
my spring as I sup at her fruit,
my cheeks awash in the juice
of apple and faint in the
blossom of love.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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But Tonight – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Almost a Triolet

Frank at dVerse has invited us to write a Triolet – eight lines, a rhyming pattern of abaaabab, similar word count to a Quadrille, so forty-four words.





“Sometimes waiting makes the culmination that much sweeter.”  Lynne Raye Harris


But Tonight

She rummaged her Trousseau,
no time like the present
to be wrapped in a bow,
desperately wanting to impress her beau
who she had kept in tow
because he was so magnificent,
just too long she’d kept it slow,
but tonight impassioned and recumbent.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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The Bento Life – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

I find Asian cultures fascinating, and not least Japanese culture. There are a number of pop culture renderings of Bento, but it more closely means convenient, so a bento box lunch is merely a convenient lunch. The furishiki is a small cloth for wrapping the bento box in (these have found other uses in the west in recent years).


“Let things taste the way they are.”  Alice Waters

The Bento Life

Her movements were certain,
a well practiced art,
pre-prepared love in rice and duck,
she gathered all the pieces
as she gathered her thoughts
and filed them precisely
in slot after slot,
as yesterday, today, so tomorrow,
her love note
his lacquered bento box,
and as she wrapped it in the
womb of the furoshiki
and tied it well,
she knew that it was her love
alone that would hold it together.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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Falling Into You – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Prosery

Kim at dVerse has invited us to write a prose piece of 144 words using the line “There are moments caught between heartbeats.” from a poem by Louis MacNiece titled ‘Coda.’



Falling Into You

There are moments caught between heartbeats, just as in those moments of solitude when one questions the point between the inward and outward breath. Or where the water I walked in earlier today, where will it be now? As to pinpointing any definitive moment, well, there is only a kind of knowing by doing, where there arise moments between seeing and feeling. Moments when time falls away and I fall into you and we float so lightly on the energy we so effortlessly generate, lighting our world with a felt glow. for a brief moment time speeds as yet it slows, a quantum of pleasure, like salmon forging upstream, we reach that point of no return, that precipice of tipping where we rise yet descend, and descend yet rise, bathed in an inner sunset, that warm glow between heartbeats falling into you.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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Until – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Sun




“Even the sun directs our gaze away from itself and to the life illumined by it.”  Eberhard Arnold


The sun is just the sun
so far as the eyes are concerned
until the sun meets
horizon or cloud,
and every hue erupts,
bathing hearts with flutter,
even more so when the
sun meets your hair
offering highlights and
directing my gaze
to you.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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Samaritans – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“We need people in our lives with whom we can be as open as possible. To have real conversations with people may seem like such a simple, obvious suggestion, but it involves courage and risk.”  Thomas Moore



They washed my fetid journey sores with
words of love and such intimate and warm
soothing smiles on their hands, that
to be held in that space without judgement was
so powerful, even the word friends is inadequate.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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