Tag Archives: Quadrille

Some Need Fire – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Merril is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write using the word seed.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Seed

Photo: a shot from the Beelu National Park, Mundaring, this section was last control burned about three years ago, thee regrown understory is great to see.

“The heart is like a garden. It can grow compassion or fear, resentment or love. What seeds will you plant there?” Jack Kornfield

Some Need Fire

The magnitude of a seed is mostly 
only noticed in death, in dying it 
rises not once, but many times, 
some need humidity, or damp 
mixed with dark, some need fire
to release their souls, which makes
me wonder what nurtures me to grow.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Finally – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Jarrah Loops Trail, autumn.

“Delicious Autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.” George Eliot

Finally

Autumn finally arrived,
although it was already quietly
lurking in the corner of my eyes,
having slept in, ignoring summer's
alarm well past the expected,
slowly disrobing to bare limbs
and those austere, rosy tones,
precursors to winter's grey wilds,
and cosy, snug hibernation.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Want Some Bother? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse De is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to use the word bother or some form of it.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Bother

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“The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting.” Sun Tzu

Want Some Bother?

The bar humming good,
a well oiled crowd humoured up,
but you know how it is, a slip, 
a nudge in innocent times,
he went off, threatening all in
his path until one leaned in
with a steely eye, "ere', you
want some bother?"

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Love Ferments – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Linda is hosting the Quadrille (44 words), the invitation is use the word wine or some form of it.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – In Praise of the Grape

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Syrah, also known as Shiraz, is a dark-skinned grape variety grown throughout the world and used primarily to produce red wine.

“If we sip the wine, we find dreams coming upon us out of the night.” D.H. Lawrence

Love Ferments

Usually demur,
Syrah comes to flaunt and
flirt in summer, her buds 
more rounded, tan deep, 
kisses full of spice, 
just breathe, she laughs,
as we toast the sky and
and all that lives in a vine
filled world;
like wine,
I could bottle her.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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To Loose The Mooring – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Mish is hosting Quadrille (44 words) inviting us to use the word or any of its forms – knot.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Knot





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“…. the great difficulty is to say yes to life.” James Baldwin

To Loose The Mooring

I just wanted to see what would happen,
to untie the knot and slip the hawser,
just to loose the mooring and see 
where the tide would take us,
to cast off from these predictable days,
life, sometimes it's in the letting go.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Ever Seeking – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sarah is hosting Quadrille with an invitation to write using the word or a form of the word, swift.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Swift

Photo: A male Swift moth, Wonboyn, NSW, by Paul Whitington

“How is it that moths speak to each other. They tell their love across the fields by scent. There is no mouth, the wrong words are impossible, either a mate is there or he is not, and if so the pair will find each other in the dark.” Barbara Kingsolver

Ever Seeking

Darting, you seemed aimless,
fluttering, turning, round and
round across the indelicate
soils of mischance in the fading
western light, where once you
sowed havoc in the darkened
layers of life, just a humble
swift moth, ever seeking her
feathered light in the night.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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To Go – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse De is hosting Quadrille with an invitation to use some form of the word Go!

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Going, Going, Gone Poeming

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“Without reflection we go blindly on our way ….” Margaret J. Wheatley

To Go

To be or to go,
do I need to go,
do I want to go
anywhere at all,
the mountains in the 
distance called me to 
their high places, but I 
preferred to go to the 
valleys of my heart
and dwell in presence.

©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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The Blurred Horizon – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lisa is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) and inviting us to write using the word way.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Way

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“One’s destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things.” Henry Miller (and clearly riffing on Proust)

The Blurred Horizon

Putting our fingers in fires
we rolled down mountains
eagerly consuming ego paths
of reason and invitation,
traversing fences, leaping gates,
chasing balloons and butterflies
of promise while toasting sunsets,
weeping over mortality and pain,
there is only ever the blurred 
horizon of experience.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Be It Pen, Key Or Brush a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse De is hosting the Quadrille with an invitation to write using the word or its form – dab.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Dabbling In Poetry

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“Creativity takes courage.” Henri Matisse

Be It Pen, Key or Brush

Not everything must be real for its own sake,
licence is better in every art in the telling of a
story, more colour, or less, provokes a reaction,
a narrative of broad strokes and dabs be it pen,
key or brush, touches me deeply.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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