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That Melolagnia – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Music

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“When life or love gets dull, adjust your sensuality.”  Lebo Grand

 

That Melolagnia

His deep bass
voice
shivered her spine
and his strumming
made her faint,
all that four-four
was a beautiful play,
and he played her to the edge
of the clef.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Like A Wave – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Surrealism in Poems

Linda at dVerse has invited us to delve into surrealism.

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“An ecstasy is a thing that will not go into words; it feels like music.”  Mark Twain

Like A Wave

The water once gathered from the sky,
heaven’s bold gift
a recess of your mind
your dark iris hears, sees, and
tells a tale of something known
in the very core of that secret place,
turning, writhing, resisting,
as the piper plays
tunes move through you,
a smooth melolagnia,
your hairs stand
rippling, like a wave
as you soak deep
the abiding presence
washing over,
now spent
as night.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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I’d Rather Be Me – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Karaoke – Word of the Day

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I’d Rather Be Me

Everyone’s going it’s a la monde,
you could be Buble, Jagger or Cardi,
I sighed and relented
and tagged along,
but they were all off-beat
and way, way out of key,
they were having such fun,
but I was thinking,
I’d rather be me.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Sorrows Me Still – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Cry Me A river 

Amaya Engleking has invited a poem on a piece of music that brought tears. So many choices!

Video: found on YouTube – Gordon Lightfoot singing “The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald.”

 

Sorrows Me Still

The crew never knew as they bid farewell
for their regular gig on the lake,
that treachery would strike
by the weight and the wind,
not by jury or flag,
twenty-nine had plotted their time,
played their regular goodbyes
unbeknown, for the very last trip.
I read it in 75 in the time
but I lost it when I heard Gordon sing,
his chords played my heart
with a harrowing wrench
and eased a tear along my cheek,
mournful and thoughtful
the church bell ringing the toll
made me weep,
and the futility
sorrows me still.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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The Piper – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Plangent – RDP Monday

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Photo: youtube.com The Irish Drone (similar, but not to be confused with Scottish bagpipes)

The Piper

The piper rose
while the gathered,
unaware of how he
would rattle their hearts,
remained somnambulant
in reflection,
someone coughed and
attention gained a moment,
then the piper struck
a sombre note
and as one the gathered rose
as the sonorous sound of
Amazing Grace
consumed our hearts
with waves of melancholy
reverberating
rattling,
shaking,
as we plunged young Tom
into the ground
that could we
we would warm,
and just as suddenly as
the sound had come,
it ceased,
while yet our bodies
quavered.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Tuning A Clarinet – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Tune – RDP Sunday

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Tuning A Clarinet

She carefully put the mouthpiece
to her lips
and blew gently
her warm breath filling the barrel,
while her fingers pressed lower down
to raise a deep note
circulating the air
so that the blackwood swelled
giving a higher note
the instrument now ready.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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“Too Late”: for a fellow blogger

Jill Dennison at Filosofa’s Word has forwarded a friend’s blog; The Bee Writes which is a school project – a song on video called “Too late” and can be found at: Youtube 

Bee Writes is asking for people to go to Youtube and boost the video with likes and by following. You could also check out those two blogs, they are well worth a read.

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Your Skin – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Pummel – Word of the Day

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Your Skin

To pummel your skin,
with resounding rhythm,
pa pat rat tat, pa pat rat tat, pa pat rat tat,
thrumming, thrumming, drumming, drumming,
as we go marching on.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Do You Remember When? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Fret – 5 Lines

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I have many memories, and many of those memories are located by music of the time, I’m sure many of you will know that experience for yourself.

 

 

Do You Remember When?

When fret is a board life takes a different tune,
from trouvere to the gods of rock,
the manipulated gut over brass
sometimes announced by a subtle, inescapable squeak,
where vibration becomes memory.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

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What Can I Say? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Finesse – Word of the Day

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What Can I Say?

You were always highly strung,
tense to a C,
higher than my G,
your tailpiece was sure fine,
and your finger board?
Well, what can I say?
When my bow struck your strings
your F holes resounded
as I played you with such finesse.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

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