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You Wanted Me To See You – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“I want to be in love with you the same way I am in love with the moon with the light shining out of its soul.” Sanober khan

You Wanted Me To See You

Moon whispered softly,
I saw you clearly as I
looked in your midnight window,
content in your dallied traverse,
risking your carpeted domain 
to open windowed review,
your thoughts naked,
your eyes telling a story so 
easily given away, but then,
you wanted me to see you.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Dream Jewel – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.” Lord Byron.





The Dream Jewel

Where is the jewel I dreamt
in this sea of ordinary stones,
where shines the emerald, the 
ruby, on this dusty plain,
I searched everywhere and I
looked long and hard down
lanes and valleys, hoping for 
some seeker's sign to point me
on my way, until that day, a
perfect day, a glint shone 
through the melancholic dust,
the most precious jewel I'd 
ever seen, she held me in 
her beauty, a beauty deeper 
than the eye perceived.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Baring Her Soul – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Merril is hosting Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write using some form of the word embrace. dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Embrace

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“It is a beautiful and delightful sight to behold the body of the moon.” Galileo Galilei

Baring Her Soul

The revelled edge of night's memory
softened to a surreal stillness of
quiet beauty, the calm before the 
passion, the moment of adventurous
eyes seeking the other's horizon of
subtle knowing in delicate movement,
moon smiled, shed her shawl, baring
her soul for embrace.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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An Invitation – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Clothing means nothing until someone lives in them.” Marc Jacobs

An Invitation 

Her modest hem was garrulous,
all shouty and and look at me glances
setting fire to water, while her demur
look was betrayed by the spice of her 
eyes that stirred tremors, while the
silence of her lips was undone by a
persuasive smile, an invitation to an 
awkward tango of discovery, a navigation 
of moments paper thin, it was then that I 
remembered to breathe.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Silently – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Whispers are often thunderous.” Richard Smyth

Silently

You silently sang those words of whisper
that coursed the stars and penetrated my
heart with such a gentle violence of love
that disordered my clever words with a
liminal combustion, sparking a new
direction beyond the order of my chaos
and by which I am now composed of 
questions that stir my very essence.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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That Time Again – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand.” Frederic Lawrence Knowles

That Time Again

Tilt for tat,
the ground shifted so,
it was that time again when
moon put on her evening wear
and danced a little anticipation
of solstice in advent of summer's
welcome return to evenings of 
wine and stars on cicada wings,
and thermal balm as love floated
so gauche with seasoned knowing.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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With Moon – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“A dreamer is one who can only find their (his, sic) way by moonlight ….” Oscar Wilde

With Moon 

I was over dressed in thought as I 
meandered the joys of my uneven
shoreline, with moon on my shoulder,
unspoken for a time until the
water beckoned across the warm 
expanse and I waded out into the
cool sublime and swam my emotions
in the calm where moon undressed my 
thoughts and swam with me.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Her Sigh – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Love is a burning desire, that makes your heart light on fire.” Ritu Ghatourey

Her Sigh

The softness of her sigh touched
my tidal dream with eloquent slow
water on the softest pillows of 
sand clouds on summer days
when worlds not seen come close
in gauzy thinness that I touch but
only with a feltness of heart that
wells up in me and wants to love the 
whole swirling lot of her.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Her Soft Light – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Bjorn is hosting MTB at dVerse and has invited us to develop a poem from a list. dVerse Poets – Meeting The Bar – Lists That Google Gives Us

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“Love is not consolation. It is light.” Friedrich Nietzsche

Her Soft Light

Moon was not in my sky,
she was out somewhere with
pisces, meeting new faces,
I could hear her laughter cascading
across the atmosphere and I 
determined a direction,
her soft light leading my curious
heart, which lead to, of all places,
the seventh house, and 
I smiled because the night
had not long begun and 
moon was young again, 
I didn't even knock.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

The Google search gave me “Moon is in the seventh house.”

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Whose Eyes Speak – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Your absence has not taught me how to be alone, it has merely shown me that when together we cast a single shadow on the wall.” Douglas Fetherling

Whose Eyes Speak

How my hands traced her body
is a surety of faintness but that is
not a summation of her being,
her tenderness begetting compassion,
or her mindfulness so centred,
not forgetting her sharpness,
an intelligence beyond compare,
none of her can be divided nor
singularly worshipped, only
taken as whole, and yet she is a
beauty whose eyes speak into 
the depths of my aching soul.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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