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The Domino Effect – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Domino Effect

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“I loved her, not for the way she danced with my angels but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons.”  Christopher Poindexter

 

The Domino Effect

I chained my fevered mind
and tethered my wasted soul,
making incantations,
potions of restraint, yet
in a moment I swam an ocean,
ran a marathon,
and stupored I
wove a path of hiding
in plain sight,
all to no avail,
as I unleashed
my imagination unravelled
in your flesh,
possessed,
my defenses collapsed,
one by one
my chains fell off.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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My Drug Of Choice – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Word of the Day – Kick

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“Honour women! They entwine and weave heavenly roses in our earthly life.”  Friedrich Schiller

My Drug Of Choice

Suppine,
arched,
short breaths,
ragged,
slowing,
dissipates,
assuaged,
and the moment passes,
though your eyes
offer playback,
you,
my drug of choice,
and as much as I might try,
you’re the habit
I can’t,
don’t want to
kick.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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A Simile Upon My Lips – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Cliche

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“The reason that cliches become cliches is that they are the hammers and screwdrivers in the toolbox of communication.”  Terry Pratchett

 

A Simile Upon My Lips

She crossed her magnificent cliches
and blithely jutted her metaphors
with one of those smiles
with which sirens erase the world
for breathless moments
of pause, to catch a sense of
something other,
a wilding promise,
with which her eyes drew me closer,
and soon,
I died that little death,
with a simile upon my lips.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Falling Into You – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Prosery

Kim at dVerse has invited us to write a prose piece of 144 words using the line “There are moments caught between heartbeats.” from a poem by Louis MacNiece titled ‘Coda.’

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Falling Into You

There are moments caught between heartbeats, just as in those moments of solitude when one questions the point between the inward and outward breath. Or where the water I walked in earlier today, where will it be now? As to pinpointing any definitive moment, well, there is only a kind of knowing by doing, where there arise moments between seeing and feeling. Moments when time falls away and I fall into you and we float so lightly on the energy we so effortlessly generate, lighting our world with a felt glow. for a brief moment time speeds as yet it slows, a quantum of pleasure, like salmon forging upstream, we reach that point of no return, that precipice of tipping where we rise yet descend, and descend yet rise, bathed in an inner sunset, that warm glow between heartbeats falling into you.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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One – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Monday – Skimpy

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“A girl in a bikini is like having a loaded pistol on your coffee table – there’s nothing wrong with them, but it’s hard to stop thinking about it.”  Garrison Keillor

One

When your skimpy two-piece became one,
I counted your thirty-three vertebrae
with my sensitive fingers,
so carefully I traced
from C-1 to L-5
and, holding my breath
I pressed on to S-4
where I felt my heart
increasingly spinning.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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I Want a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Word of the Day – Lust

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“If we the substituted the word Lust’ for ‘Love’ in the the popular songs it would nearer the truth.”   Sylvia Plath

 

I Want

How I want, yes want
the depth of your smoky eyes,
and to capture the rainbow that
speaks from your heart
in syllables of colour
vibrating your slender spine,
soon to quench my desire
and to drink your most perfect skin
while greedily feasting on the
abundance of the shore of your lips,
to ravage your coastline
and breathe the note of your whole.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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That Melolagnia – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Music

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“When life or love gets dull, adjust your sensuality.”  Lebo Grand

 

That Melolagnia

His deep bass
voice
shivered her spine
and his strumming
made her faint,
all that four-four
was a beautiful play,
and he played her to the edge
of the clef.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Self Entwined – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Desire is the kind of thing that eats you and leaves you starving.”  Nayyirah Waheed

The Self Entwined

Amazing,
that moment,
that feeling,
when the edge is transcended
and the real is the moment,
things blur,
pulse races,
heart faints,
and then
somehow awakened,
only to see,
to know
that it is merely entanglement,
the self entwined
in a desire of its own,
seeking expression,
fulfilment,
perhaps, even
expiation.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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The Game – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Tuesday – Passage

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“Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.”  Leonard Cohen

 

The Game

She reached for the old book once again as she did every Thursday afternoon. It was quieter here in the bookshop then, and she loved to pour over the pages in private, knowing that she would faintly mark a passage that he would find when, as he always did, came looking later, long after she had gone. It was a delicious game that hadn’t yet lost its charm. She found what spoke for her, placed a book mark and pencilled a dot next to “Let us go to the vineyards and see whether the vines have budded …. there I will give you my love.” Sighing heavily, she placed the book back on the shelf and then found her way out of the shop. She set off, determined to buy some grapes before she made her way home. Smiling, she left her door unlocked.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Like A Wave – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Surrealism in Poems

Linda at dVerse has invited us to delve into surrealism.

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“An ecstasy is a thing that will not go into words; it feels like music.”  Mark Twain

Like A Wave

The water once gathered from the sky,
heaven’s bold gift
a recess of your mind
your dark iris hears, sees, and
tells a tale of something known
in the very core of that secret place,
turning, writhing, resisting,
as the piper plays
tunes move through you,
a smooth melolagnia,
your hairs stand
rippling, like a wave
as you soak deep
the abiding presence
washing over,
now spent
as night.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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