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Where Is This Eager Moment? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Being out on the edge, with everything at risk, is where you learn to grow the most.” Jim Whittaker

Where Is This Eager Moment?

Talk to me about the fringe,
where is this eager moment,
this line, what is this mythical 
beast that curls at the edge of 
my consciousness like a griffin
with an either or approach to
questions of risk in a sure
world of safe lies, where the 
scale of illusion is an expensive 
stumble of false hope right in 
the middle of waiting for rebellion.


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Waiting – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.” Virginia Woolf

Waiting

Sweet, sticky juice,
the way your fingers caressed the glass,
your lips upon that long, slender straw,
while your eyes offered private conversation
as the world passed by in blurred abstractions,
your smile takes me prisoner once again and
I await the consummate dessert.


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Nature Reflecting – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Oak Park, a wetland reserve between Goomalling and Wongan Hills.

“One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of things.” Henry Miller (Probably riffing on Marcel Proust’s comment)

Nature Reflecting

Nature took a photograph
and held it steady for me to see
how water is contemplative,
reflecting what it sees in its
moments of undistracted, centred, 
stillness, embracing the beauty of
all its surrounds, holding the sacred 
space of song and winter's leafy
bounty, that I might rejoice in the
conversation we subsequently
engaged with deep, silent passion.


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For The Best – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“You must work – we must all work to make the world worthy of its children.” Pablo Casals

For The Best

The child was starving so we made
a cake that only we could eat,
the child was suffering, so we offered
offered solutions in our double speak
buried so deep as to never see the 
light of day; the child was traumatised 
so we asked her to tell her story,
and tell it until we were gratified by
the salacious details of unfolding 
horror; the child was broken so we
asked how she could fix our 
consciences; the child needed 
support so we provided funding to
those who needed luxury cars and
dental plans, who wrote fictions about 
the child so that sequels could be
anticipated, and in the advent of  a
second mortgage, to ask a high fee. 
The child died and everyone congratulated 
themselves on how they had saved 
their lifestyle. Besides, it was for the 
best, just imagine living with that 
amount of trauma and suffering.


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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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Tongue And Groove – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse, De is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write using some form of the word Groove.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Groove

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“Sometimes a wink is enough ….” Neha Sharma

Tongue And Groove

Though she was no carpenter,
she enjoyed the idea of renovation,
her ideas revolved around shape and form,
a true renaissance woman and, though I
tentatively suggested render, she turned,
winked and said, without guile, there's
always a place for some tongue and groove.

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Cathedral Of Grand Ideas – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: campfire at Peter Denny lookout near Sandstone. There’s something primal about fire!

“The moment something ends, a spectacular new voyage begins in the unseen.” Hiral Nagda

Cathedral Of Grand Ideas

The trees gave fragments, 
igniting my mind with a 
language of fire, composed of 
intricate thought elements
reaching up to the sky as
skeletal bones of frame,
marking out a cathedral of
grand ideas that will inflame
passions and set fire to our 
eyes of knowing, new energy
arising from the ash of rutted 
ways.


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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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