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Arms akimbo, pout solid on my mask,
a solitude of righteous innocence
I’m dudgeoned but you laughed which
riled me no end and then you kissed me,
damn, did you notice you made me smile?
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Stocking fire,
my hands were burned,
you smiled
afterwards,
meanwhile, the agony
was beautiful hurt.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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With thanks to The Bag Lady for tagging me in Rory’s 321 Quote Me.
Post two quotes on the topic of the day and choose three bloggers who will quote and tag three more bloggers.
Topic today: Expression.
My choice of quotes :
“Almost all crime is due to the repressed desire for aesthetic expression.” Evelyn Waugh
“Art is accusation, expression, passion. Art is a fight to the finish between black charcoal and white paper.” Gunter Grass
My nominees are: Tessa, Nidhi, and Jenna
Tessa Can Do It! Positivity Is Catching!
Sunnies My Bunnies – Happiness and sunshine
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Every Friday Kate from aroused.blog puts up a Friday Fun challenge, this one is Luxury.
Photo: Kings Canyon looking west, my idea of Luxury is anywhere in the bush.
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dVerse Poets – Haibun Monday – That Picnic
Photo: parks.dpaw.wa.gov.au Walyunga National Park.
A short drive to Walyunga for early spring to see white water and take a trail walk. Backpacks filled with thermos, lunch, and picnic blanket. We find a quiet space and sit to wonder at the water flowing past and spring’s evidence everywhere.
Time was nature’s gift
inhibitions flew away,
heron were calling
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Nunc scio quid sit amor Now I know what love is.
The moment needed no words
we conversed in other ways
till we made our point
and then we lay exhausted, spent
the air sucked right out of us
in breathless, telegraphic counterpoint.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, love, poem, relationship, romance, Uncategorized
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Today I spoke to you in
a language so intense,
with more love than latin,
and most certainly french,
a language that feels,
as tongues speak of ecstasy,
and lips are guided by heart,
a veritable feast on
which to gorge,
yet never sated.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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“If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, will answer you: I am here to live out loud.” Émile Zola
The inner dualities,
centuries old,
rage within,
threatening emptiness, nakedness,
sadness,
if I pick up my brush or my pen,
or maybe my spade,
my mind asks that striving question,
will it be profound?
Which is really a question of
will it matter?
Yet a more timid urge,
the one that seems less in the world,
at least, until the work is done,
is when the heart says,
speak from me.
There, at my very centre,
arises the profound,
my profound,
in all its authentic glory.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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The ageless dance,
an inner landscape of desire
so difficult to articulate,
but which can be spoken by other means,
a language so sensual the soul sings,
and if enunciated carefully,
whole worlds become transparent,
as we discovered,
while the daisies smiled over us.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Country, Free Verse, love, nature, poem, Quadrille, romance, Uncategorized
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It just appeared one day,
just like that!
I was girt with holiday girth,
all those puddings, cakes and tarts,
another chocolate?
Oh, go on. you only live once!
Turkey, chicken, pork with trimmings,
the table sagging with weight,
just like my gut.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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