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Illuminating – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille

De at dVerse has invited us to write a quadrille (44 words) on the subject of – What’s neither closed nor canceled.

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“Love is not a feeling in your chest, it is bending down to wash another’s feet.”  Andrew Peterson

Illuminating

From my sanctuary
I opened my window on life,
witnessing the sun illuminating
a single black cloud,
giving my all to this moment
I realized that my heart was open,
my spirit nourished,
and with bowl and towel
I washed the feet of strangers.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com.

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Real Unreality – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Magic.

Linda at dVerse has invited us to write a Quadrille (44 words) on magic.

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“Magic lies in challenging what seems impossible.”  Carol Moseley Braun

 

Real Unreality

Reality is never anything but
an imperfect substitution laid
across the psychic landscape,
set to fool the mind’s eye,
a fickle reign, until
depth calls to depth
an un-curated magic of soul
from the crucible of rituals,
a real unreality of
healing disruption.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Sparks Of Hope – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille

De at dVerse has invited us to write a Quadrille (44 words) using any form of the word stir.

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“Sometimes a flame can shrink or waver, but sometimes a flame refuses to go out. It flares up from the  faintest ember to illuminate the darkness, to burn in spite of overwhelming odds.”  Karen Hesse.

 

Sparks Of Hope

The ancient hearth had dimmed,
what once was stoked
now barely glowed,
as we arrived
darkness shrouded round,
a question formed my mind,
to stir or not to stir,
the western light fading fast,
so I spirited the coals,
breath erupting sparks
of hope.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Carrying Me Through – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Wherever there are birds, there is hope.”  Mehmet Murat lldan

Carrying Me Through

Radiant horizon ball,
pale orange delight,
silvering the black water
to its feathered edge,
expurgating the darkness
below my skin,
the place of memories
birthed so long ago
now taking flight
as night geese,
angels of fortune,
carrying me through
a dream within dreams.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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There’s No Quelling – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“If you wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weighs you down.”  Toni Morrison (Song of Solomon)

 

There’s No Quelling

Thoughts lingered for a season
of so much more unseen,
an inkling of expanding,
swirling, caramel cosmology
for an ice cream world,
liberating wafer-thin
vanilla ideologies of dullness
brandished to quell the
embers of a wild, wild heart;
no more this cell or bars.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Sweet Caress – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Saturday – Water

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A natural onsen, or Japanese bath, this one of many hot spring baths.

 

“There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won’t cure, but I don’t know many of them.”  Sylvia Plath

 

Sweet Caress

A sweet caress
seeping into my flesh,
down to the bone of
my deepest self,
held, cradled so gently,
washed for life
in this cure of souls,
my spirit liberated,
lifted as I am lifted
into new realms,
a descent of ascent
to clarity.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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A Peel To Life – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Peeling

Mish at dVerse has invited us to write a quadrille (44 words) on the subject of peel.

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“We are all engaged in the task of peeling off the false selves, the programmed selves, the selves created by our families, our culture, our religions.”  Anais Nin

A Peel To Life

Thin, worn metal strikes at flesh
seeking linear planes,
a redemption of flawed living,
smoothing the blemishes of
disappointment, the scratches
of indulgence so neatly scored,
circumcising the fibre of experience
for the juice of possibility,
sacrificial peeling to the
gods of new life.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Until – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Sun

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“Even the sun directs our gaze away from itself and to the life illumined by it.”  Eberhard Arnold

Until

The sun is just the sun
so far as the eyes are concerned
until the sun meets
horizon or cloud,
and every hue erupts,
bathing hearts with flutter,
even more so when the
sun meets your hair
offering highlights and
directing my gaze
to you.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Moon Tide – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille

De at dVerse has invited us to write a Quadrille (44 words) using a form of the word filling.

 

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“Go slowly, my lovely moon, go slowly.”  Khaled Hosseini (The Kite Runner)

 

Moon Tide

When the moon fills your eyes
and the night shadows draw long,
then we will breathe as one,
bathed in the light
that hides in your dreams
and lives in your skin,
as tide that washes over until
we have danced into each other.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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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

Paul, pvcann.com

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