Category Archives: Quadrille

To Be Mused – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse De is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write about or play with the idea of the muse.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Muse Cues

Photo: State Forrest, Mundaring, I was keen to follow the trail – where will it go?

“…. poetry is an autonomous muse ….” Alice Walker

To Be Mused

Have you ever been mused
by an inviting path or the 
one who catches your eye, 
a delicious word in a bowl of soup,
what of rain dances or cloud smiles,
sun skips and creek beds,
a series of fortunate dalliances
stir my seeking heart.


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But In Just The Right Light – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Mish is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write about Tinsel.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Tinsel

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“Tinsel in February, tinsel in August. there are things in a man besides his reason.” Wallace Stevens

But In Just The Right Light

Some people speak only self-referentially 
without a thought for others ,
their judgements of kitsch, or gaudy, or 
gauche can wound, but in just the right
light at just the right time, tinsel can light
the heart; I like mine with a tinge of blue.


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See That Girl – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lillian is hosting Poetics with a tribute to long time member of the bar Bjorn from Sweden and the invitation is to write a poem using a line form Abba’s ‘Dancing Queen.’

I could’t get past dancing or the line “Ooh, see that girl.”

dVerse Poets – Poetics – This One’s For You Bjorn

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See That Girl

Ooh, see that girl,
she's like a candy swirl,
strobed ball mirrored in her eyes,
flashing amyl smiles for those 
night-time miles of Donna and Gloria,
spine melting moves and chakra 
grooves sashayed to the spine,
it's Friday loose and the beat divine


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Fair Fare – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Linda is hosting the Quadrille with an invitation to write using the word fair.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Let’s God To The Fair

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“What makes the farmers market such a special place is that you’re actually creating community around food.” Bryant Terry

Fair Fare

There's anarchy in mung beans,
promises in adobe dung bricks,
salvation in fenugreek and cumin,
the whole world's a natural honey,
a string of beads strung by Saffron 
one full moon of love ago in this 
strange fair of life whose fare is smiles.


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Wide Berth – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lilian is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write using the the word or a form of careen.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Careen

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“It’s not the having it’s the getting.” Elizabeth Taylor

Wide Berth

Like a cutter rolling waves,
she slew sideways and took
the longest path to the bar,
I watched her roll until she sat,
restless, not quite settled in the
froth and bubble of the DJ,
I asked her name (and laughed),
Careen, she said.


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Cinereous Beauty – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sarah is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write about ash.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Ashes to Ashes

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“In order to rise from its own ashes, a phoenix must first burn.” Octavia E. Butler

Cinereous Beauty

I went down to the pit of shame
and sat in the ash now cold, now
penitential, itching my skin as it was 
supposed to do, but not forgetting 
that ash left long in the ground turns 
to coal, which sometimes turns to
diamonds.


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Note: Cinereous refers to a colour – grey tinged with black – of ash. To sit in ash and wearing sackcloth goes back historically to ancient semitic culture, and predominantly to Hebrew culture as a mark of grief, penitence or shame.

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Of Things Past – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Linda is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write about the word linger or any of its forms.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Linger

Photo: an old Ford truck – part of the history of Kookynie and mining.

“Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.” Benjamin Disraeli

Of Things Past

The past lurks in the present,
intensifying the sense of wanting
to restore, heal, the original 
intention once the pride of purpose,
now a felt grief, an if only, raising the
question: can we overcome the grief
of things past that linger within us?


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Astro-logical – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse De has invited us to write a Quadrille (44 words) on some form of the word heart.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille- Heart

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“Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born ….” ee cummings

Astro-logical

There is no dys in the topia of 
my heart where you're concerned,
your ample fullness fills my
darkly mind with tingled pulses of
rhythmic, to the bone sensatiopns, 
that caffeinate my hours with a 
cornucopia of luminous astrologia
that simply makes me dizzy.


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Leaving Me Wondering – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: along the beach at Leeuwin.

“The drops of rain make a hole in the stone, not by violence, but by oft falling.” Lucretius

Leaving Me Wondering

Water loved you wet,
bathing your roughened pain,
revealing your inner smooth,
toned, grain to my careful eyes
of wander along your skin so
warm holding the sun, nestled 
together against the tide of times,
leaving me wondering how you 
knew to be here.


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As Before – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Mish is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to use the word or its forms – Smudge.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Smudge

Photo: The point where the brook feeds into the ocean – Ellensbrook – its indigenous name is Mokidup.

“The land knows you, even when you are lost.” Robin Wall Kimmerer

As Before

The wind pierced me so
in beautiful ways, of which
words fail in the telling;
clouds painted the sky,
touching your rays and I
took them by the hand,
knowing, as before, your
joy would wash the earth
and smudge my soul with
gratitude.

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