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Quench Me – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Quench Me

We met in a tempest
and kindled a furnace of love,
I drank of her deeply,
yet my thirst was unquenched,
and I knew that I must drink of her again.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

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It Starts Slow – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Rivulet – Word of the Day

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Bluff Knoll. It began as a rivulet then turned to a trickle, and following the showers, a running creek.

 

It Starts Slow

That sultry night,
dancing slow,
I felt your heart speaking,
as I traced the line of your neck
to your lips,
while in the small of your back
a bead was speaking of your passion,
and just for a moment,
I felt you shudder.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

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Sweet Hell – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Mephistophelian – Word of the Day

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Sweet Hell

I catch my breath,
though everyone else seems oblivious
that the air is acrid,
the night charged
swirling and dangerous.
I pray you won’t notice me,
and I would make some other pact
to sell my soul, because
if you look up,
I am gone, done for, bedevilled,
And if you smile that deliciously wicked smile
of promise I could never resist,
I’ll have no escape,
and the kind of sweet hell I dream of,
ache for,
will possess me once again.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

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This Escapade – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Escapade – Word of the Day

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Winter on the Blackwood River a few years ago.

This Escapade
The guilty pleasure of time stolen,
no one waiting or knowing,
with no appointed time to place us anywhere,
even Cronos wasn’t looking.
And so the world gently faded
as the river called us along
to sing its free-form song,
that together we would flow
and be yes to each other,
imperfectly complete,
and fully wondered.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul,

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Fusion (△H=n△Hfus) – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Spectre – Word of the Day

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Fusion  (△H=n△Hfus)

Once when I was lysergic,
I knew a little ecstasy,
and though mere distortion,
I had never known such colour,
such shapes,
or feelings,
until I looked upon a dragonfly
dancing across the water,
a prismatic dewdrop on a blade,
and the sun bowing in the eve
in a climax beyond experience.
But of all the heights,
and there have been many,
nothing comes close
to the ecstasy we ignite.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Note: △H=n△Hfus is the equation for the heat of fusion – which is the required amount of energy needed for matter to change from a solid to a liquid without an increase in temperature of the matter. (see Reference.com) And ecstasy is a related to spectre.

Paul,

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Siren Song – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Magnetic – Word of the Day

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Siren Song

I thought I heard an orchestra
playing sonatas in the wood
on the most perfect of days,
when the sun was still high,
and the rich smell of honey in the air.
Such a fecund aria followed
and mellowed through the trees,
a gentle siren song
drawing me onwards,
till I chanced on a clearing,
and there you were,
radiant, wistful,
music to my eyes,
waiting.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

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Soft Paths – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Exploring – Word of the Day

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Soft Paths

They say that love is blind
and, that being said,
though our hearts have seen inside,
I must now, like a blind man,
take in the braille of your beauty.
And, as our lips speak pleasure,
an entree of delight,
there’s a tremble of anticipation,
as our hands take soft paths
to places over the moon.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

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Aced By Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Ricochet – Word of the Day

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Squash or racquetball, depending where you live, is, in my view, a skilful ricochet or rebound game. If you look closely, you will see a trajectory line showing an impending shot.

 

Aced By Love

Confused, I looked around,
I swear I saw a reflection,
I craned and there you were,
left of field.
You flashed a smile,
it ricochetted every chamber,
my heart aflutter.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

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A Pocket Full Of Stars – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Stellar – Word of the Day

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See also:Stellar

 

A Pocket Full Of Stars

As I left the pub,
brimful of expectancy
I looked up, and,
as I sometimes do,
I nodded in deference to the stars,
a toast to the sentient beings beyond my ken.
And I reached up and grabbed a handful of mystery
so sparkly, light, and effervescent.
And it occurred to me,
that there’s nothing better in all the world,
than a pocket full of stars for my true love.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

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Knowing

Fathom – Word of the Day

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Knowing

If I could kedge your mysterious depths,
that I might navigate safely,
the channels of emotion
that course our veins,
and so, not risk the reefs of disappointment
and wreckage of love.
To fathom your feelings,
to know for sure,
that I am yours.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Note: Kedging is the old art of guiding a sailing ship into bays and channels using a longboat to row ahead and plot a safe course and drop an anchor allowing the ship to pull itself against the anchor and move the course safely. It helped many a tall ship avoid running aground, or hitting a reef. The method is also used to rescue ships that ran aground, technically using the anchor as a lever to pull against, thus setting the ship free.

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Paul,

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