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She Floated – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Poetics – dVerse Poets – Madis-Gras-Mambo

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She Floated

Lent descended like a leaden dove
all sombre and accusing
but she beat the holy feast
to the shriving box
before the bell had ceased,
absolved she floated home
to clean out the pantry
of expectations,
sorrows,
and maybes,
there was never much there
but there was less now
as she devoured the old
making way for tomorrows,
dancing for all she was worth
and, though there’d be ash,
she’d transcended the pain
going all the way to ascension.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Invitation – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Spike – dVerse Poets Quadrille 75

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Invitation

Solomon
threw wisdom out the window
just for a moment
as he lay with the woman from Shulem
who came to him in the night
naked, spiced,
sweet to taste,
whose garden,
that holy of holies,
was pure spikenard
fragrance of invitation
to explore.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Note: This poem references Song of Songs variously known as The Canticle, Canticle of Solomon, Song of Solomon, etc. which is part of the Jewish canon (from the scrolls of the Tanakh). The Song of Songs (holy of holies) is a poetic tribute to erotic love focussing on Solomon and an unnamed woman from Shulem. Solomon names her physical parts and she reciprocates, poetically, spikenard being the penultimate aroma of the vagina, or as Solomon says, her channel, or, her garden.

 

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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The Miscellany Of Seasons – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poets Pub

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Photo: Borannup Forest, an autumnal hue.

 

The Miscellany Of Seasons

I sat in the sun
as summer gave way to autumn while
I listened to the earth’s perambulation
as Solomon waxed lyrical
about all manner of things binary,
I drifted off at some point
becoming more aware of
how things blend and meld
how discontinuity and dissonance
are ever turning in my days
and how perennial experience can be
in the cycles of life,
most especially when we think we’re done
with all of that stuff,
I was struck by the miscellany of seasons
and how nature turns up
without Gregorian appointment
in a kairosian space
where all is awakening
and where peace with everything
is never too late.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Note: Καιρος (Kairos) is a Greek word from ancient times that carries the meaning of opportune time, more specifically in Jewish and Christian thinking it carries the meaning of God’s timing. I have bent the word to make kairosian.

Paul, pvcan.com

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Imbibers Meditation – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Sip – dVerse Poets – Quadrille 74

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Imbibers Meditation

To sip or not is a question
of consumption or
of contemplation,
to savour,
to swirl,
to inhale,
to dance with liquid
on my palette
an imbibers meditation
a seduction with velvet soul,
I want my days to be sipped
not just consumed.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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If Only – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Quadrille #72 – dversepoets – Steep

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Photo: cloud, mist and rain over Bluff Knoll.

 

If Only

The rise sounds easy,
but the elevation compounds,
and my backpack weighs heavily,
as I clamber and scramble,
shin barked and breathless,
inching towards my goal,
O if only I’d taken the escalator
for this steep ascent,
the office to which I’m bound.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Keep The Change – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

ch-ch-ch-ch-changes – dverse poets

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Keep The Change

As I ordered my usual,
an enquiry came forth,
had I considered the new line?
A meaningful conversation ensued
about habits and patterns,
and change was advocated by and large,
then, as my coffee arrived, I said,
as I wryly smiled,
keep the change.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Our Beautiful Storm

dVerse – Quadrille Monday

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Our Beautiful Storm

Warm as the night was
you shivered as I drew you closer,
and we descended into a maelstrom,
waves washing over us,
so fierce,
yet so gentle.
Carefully we chartered a course
and found a safe harbour,
devouring our storm,
now utterly spent,
sated.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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