“A fish and a bird may indeed fall in love, but where shall they live.” Elizabeth Gilbert ‘Committed, A Skeptic Makes Peace With Marriage’
Love is a many complexed thing,
a tangled exploration
of feelings on a threshold privately held,
and to speak it would be to unravel the
mystery unspeakable,
the conundrum of aching, longing,
a certain uncertainty,
shades between black and white,
that hold me fast.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under Free Verse, love, poem, Quadrille, relationship
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They said you didn’t fit in,
that you really didn’t belong,
like some grotesque gargoyle,
an adornment out of kilter,
an inconvenient incongruity
in this smooth place,
where the nightmare of sameness
put a spell on us,
and stole the outside part of our box.
But you were different,
colour to our black and white,
and that made you fit all the more,
as the paradox we needed.
You were our conscience,
our inspiration,
an awakening.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under Free Verse, life, poem
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We agreed on this much,
that the seasons were changing, disordered in fact,
more snow, more rain, more heat than before,
new seasons were evolving,
but, out of fear, we chose ignorance over facts.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under environment, Five Lines, Free Verse, life, nature, poem, seasons
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I held you with such care,
and caressed you,
you smelt so good,
felt so warm,
as you do every morning.
And, some days
I just want a double shot of you,
not so frothy,
hot and beautifully layered,
plenty to take in,
and I’m going to drink you
all the way,
just after I’ve finished this coffee.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under Free Verse, love, poem, relationship
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Sometimes I know what you’re thinking,
then I wonder that I’m hearing what you’re saying,
I wonder too what you’re not saying,
or if you’d say anything at all in this moment,
but I do know this,
we’re agreed at our center of love.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under Free Verse, love, poem, Quadrille, relationship
A curious thing so bright and bold,
such a contrast to the snow?
what on earth is it for?
Superman booth?
Underpants on the outside,
of course.
A telephone,it says,
I vaguely remember one once,
on my grandmother’s bench,
in her retirement home,
but just to be sure,
I’ll just Google it,
of course.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under Free Verse, life, poem, Uncategorized
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Horizons call,
heights to be faced,
mountains to conquer,
rapids to crest or,
maybe go down to the woods.
Whatever it is,
no matter the urge,
it’s never the task,
instead, for most, it’s that little voice,
“are you sure about this?”,
that’s the greatest venture of all.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under Free Verse, life, mindfulness, poem
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I’m not sure what possessed me,
well, no, that’s not really true,
you did as you passed by,
and I reached out to take your hand,
strangers though we were.
I wanted to reach out to you,
you smiled like the morning sun,
unfazed by my brazen move,
and I lost myself in your welcoming eyes,
then after coffee,
I lost myself completely
in your ruby lips.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under Free Verse, love, poem, romance
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Behind my eyes lie other worlds,
deep in my unconscious,
and, though never quite the same,
there are many familiars,
alongside such wonderment,
where shadow meets soul,
scape upon scape,
in conversations of colours,
sounds and places.
A sojourn without end
where all is gift.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under Free Verse, mindfulness, poem, psychology, Quadrille
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It’s hard to imagine kinky or deviant nowadays compared to previous generations. So much of what was kinky even twenty years ago, is more in the mainstream, or least rarely raises an eyebrow, leaving less in the niche.
Swish,
sweee,
thwack.
Swish,
sweee,
thwack.
Ah, the sweetest sting
of nine tails and,
not a tear,
just a tingle down my spine.
Sweet pain,
a heavenly hell,
that’s my addiction,
swish,
sweee,
thwack.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul,
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