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Pond Of Dreams – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sanaa is hosting Open Link Night where we are invited to post a poem of our own choosing.

dVerse Poets – Open LInk Night

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“Moonlight incites dark passions ….” Rampo Edogawa

Pond Of Dreams

I'm certain as not that my dreams lit
the light of my centre as moon floated 
gently through the window of invitation,
gently rustling my playful sheets of sigh,
lighting a fire behind my lids of desire,
with reciprocating motions of heart as
rhythms of stroked flesh hovering at 
the edge of desire assuming a tidal 
wave in a pond of dreams.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Opening – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“I like the unreality of your mind; the whole thing is very splendid and voluptuous and absurd.” Virginia Woolf

Opening 

Opening the window wide
reality flew in like an albatross,
all flustered and no direction,
shattering all my pieces,
pretending to be something while
spectacularly embarrassing itself
with saturated deathly excuses
emptying from its smirking life,
and so completely removed,
"who's the dissociative now?"
I asked, as I closed the door on
my way out to creative futures.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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I Heard An Echo – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The only real radicalism in out time will come as it always has – from people who insist on thinking for themselves.” Christopher Hitchens

I Heard An Echo

I heard an echo,
we were talking about the old days 
which were neither here nor there,
just indifferent to moral pigeons
holed up in some minds making
meaning from loosely connected
thoughts often called memories,
which had lost their way in the
construction of truth and broken
loose to free-range as experience,
rather than surrender to become
caged convictions.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Gargoyles – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sanaa is hosting poetics with an invitation to write a Gothic poem.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Exploring Gothic as a Literary Genre

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“I was made to rule the darkness.” Rae Hachton

The Gargoyles 

Near the witching hour
the Bell & Candle spewed life into the
streets of thick winters night,
she, he, arm in arm, dared the other,
a walk along darkling stream's thickets
to cold cathedral cemetery where
death's sting rang off the stone in
heavy mortal silence, stilling all but
leaping imaginations of shadows,
she, he, stole kisses in mocking  laughter 
beneath the angry walls of judgement,
she, he, succumbed to the ancient spell
of heated congress as above them
narrow eyed gargoyles leered near,
she, he, stumbled onwards home,
she looking back to footfalls sounding,
he hearing nothing, blithely, blindly,
fell behind as she hastened to her bed,
while ever the footfalls pounding,
her heart pulsing, stretched naked.
In the morning she stroked his 
impassive face looking for life, 
where in that one glorious hour,
stone had enfleshed its leering lust.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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You Are Where I Gather – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Linda is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to use the word inglenook, an old term for enclosed fire, a hearth to gather round. dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Inglenook

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“Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.” Joan Crawford

You Are where I Gather

Sombre the days
with greying sky
wetting my windows,
mellowing my mood,
Delius drifting upwards like
angel wings of lightness,
floating above the 
warm hearth of gentle glow,
I reach out for you, you are
where I gather soft whispers,
my true inglenook.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Yellow Thrum – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Grace has invited us to once again look at synesthesia, this time music as colour.

dVerse Poets – Meeting the Bar – Synesthesia

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“Although I see colours in every song, it’s the artist put his (sic) heart and soul into that produce the best images.” Melissa McCracken

The Yellow Thrum

The prologue for a country pastorale
was a warm summer's picnic basket
where the oranges dislodged and fell
into the sky a new palette which walked
like a bass line thrumming deep orange
right down my spine a glow turning
crimson with vibrations lighting up
the grey neutral neural centre with
a blistering violin solo so thin it
caught fire across the parchment of 
dots to be joined in a minor key, 
while the coda became a sombre 
capitulation to the merging rainbow
pulsating backbeat defibrillating my
plexus in bursts of visceral orange and 
yellow treble cross talking me all the way
to ecstatic floods of warm mood in C.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Stirred – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lisa is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write using the word abide. dVerse Poets – Quadrille – The Dude Abides

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“The dancer’s body is simply the luminous manifestation of the soul.” Isadora Duncan

Stirred

There she was,
hips swirling colour,
head flicked back,
her eyes laughing,
toes double time, 
double shot of fantasy,
bass line harmony,
stirred not shaken,
sipping hazy smoke
parched and spinning
closer and closer,
she hitched her skirt,
I flipped tails
abiding with her.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Before The Turning – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“She was like the moon – part of her was always hidden away.” Dia Reeves

Before The Turning

Spring's last reversion,
a chemise for moon
before the turning of
summer's bold tune,
an unbuttoned salute
to epicurean dulges
promenading along
our damp, warm skin,
in the misted mystery
of this omened night,
awaiting declarations
of yes, yes, along our 
avenue of sheets.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Beyond – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“If you go into a far, far forest and get very quiet, you’ll come to understand that you’re connected with everything.” Alan Watts

Beyond

The forest edges to newness and I want to 
run into it, roll, sit, walk stand in it,
embody the quiet growth as the dry 
relinquishes to life renewed, breathing
after breath too long held, to fill my 
senses to an ecstasy beyond the big O
as every sound, smell and sensation
rushes through my desiccated soul,
till finally, overcome, I want to sleep
with her silence.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Those Lips – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Language is wine upon the lips.” Virginia Woolf

Those Lips

She was well dictioned,
forming plummy,
always an O,
showing her 
xylophone 
framed so red,
but after five,
without words,
she spoke a very 
different language 
that blushed me.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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