Category Archives: Quadrille

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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The Possibility Of Her – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse, De is hosting the Quadrille ( a poem of 44 words) using the word or any of its forms – possibility. dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Possibility

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“Life is a deep sleep of which love is the dream.” Alfred de Musset

The Possibility Of Her

Carefully crafted, she was a
composite of every fiction,
his pulse quickened,
anticipating the possibility of
her arrival, the creaking door
announcing her, now hovering,
conversing only in tongues,
his tortured lips in flames,
he woke, lost in a fug
as the door creaked.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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I So Choose – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lillian is hosting the Quadrille and her invitation is to write (44 words) about happiness or a form of the word.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Happiness

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“Happiness is a matter of one’s most ordinary and everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self.” Iris Murdoch

I So Choose

The waves crashed in rolling the shore
like worn carpet in displaced surrender,
revealing troves of shiny detritus 
unrelated in my minds eye, yet in my
perceiving I teased out the synchronicities
which were there all along, waiting for my
happiness to be chosen.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Found You – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse De is hosting Quadrille (44 words) night.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Magnetic

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“In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours. In all the world, there is no love for you like mine.” Maya Angelou

Found You

Of course, 
I drifted off at some point,
lost in the melodrama of
north, true north and 
magnetic north, which all 
seemed very northy to me,
a desperate invocation of
the obvious made darker,
instead, I set my compass 
to love and found you.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Waiting For Valour – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Merril is hosting and it it is quadrille time, and the word to use is blanket. dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Blanket

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“Play is the exultation of the possible.” Martin Buber

Waiting For Valour

Our flag hung limp in the stillness 
as we nervously awaited the first 
wave of the enemy, outnumbered,
waiting for valour, cutlass at the ready,
peering at the near horizon as the 
biscuits ran out and mutiny was at
hand in our blanket barque.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Alleluias Of Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.” Allen Ginsberg

Alleluias Of Love

Moon dreamed in my moments
the essence of my being,
nurturing the opening of a generous
fissure where the well-spring of life
overflowed and soul words erupted
like a river of ecstasy rising up from
my centre to greet the world with 
alleluias of love.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Offer – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

De at dVerse is hosting and it’s time to write a quadrille (44 words) and De has invited us to use some form of the word sky.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Sky

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“The moon always finds an opportunity to turn our attention from the ground beneath our feet to the sky above our head.” Mehmet Murat Ildan

Offer

Moon poised gracefully
in the night sky demure
behind her veil of clouds,
glow as smile never borrowed,
beauty spots alluring,
O to brush her cheek with
more than a sigh of longing,
to rise on tip-toe and offer
the love lighting my eyes.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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At The Edge – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Kim at dVerse has invited us to write a quadrille (44 words) including the word eavesdropping. dVerse Poets – Quadrille – What’s That Rustling In The Eaves?

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“Ecstasy is the accurate term for the intensity of consciousness that occurs in the creative act.” Rollo May

At The Edge

Eve was gently dropping words
into the soft air across the water,
soothing ripples,
captivating lillies,
when I took her hand
she smiled her eyes
and shivered her skin
in ripples of whisper
that my heart was 
eavesdropping at the
edge of her ecstasy.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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To Bathe In – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Garden

Victoria at dVerse has invited us to write a poem about any form of the word Garden.

Photo: The winter garden, soon to bloom.

“Gardens are a form of autobiography” Sydney Eddison

To Bathe In

The writing of our edenic idyll,
a lush and varied eclogue,
has been its own healing
journey to connection,
to something deeper that is
more than the satisfaction of
a garden of secrets and wonders,
more a place to bathe
in life-giving wholeness.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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