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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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You Are Where I Gather – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Linda is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to use the word inglenook, an old term for enclosed fire, a hearth to gather round. dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Inglenook

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“Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.” Joan Crawford

You Are where I Gather

Sombre the days
with greying sky
wetting my windows,
mellowing my mood,
Delius drifting upwards like
angel wings of lightness,
floating above the 
warm hearth of gentle glow,
I reach out for you, you are
where I gather soft whispers,
my true inglenook.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Stirred – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lisa is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write using the word abide. dVerse Poets – Quadrille – The Dude Abides

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“The dancer’s body is simply the luminous manifestation of the soul.” Isadora Duncan

Stirred

There she was,
hips swirling colour,
head flicked back,
her eyes laughing,
toes double time, 
double shot of fantasy,
bass line harmony,
stirred not shaken,
sipping hazy smoke
parched and spinning
closer and closer,
she hitched her skirt,
I flipped tails
abiding with her.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Before The Turning – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“She was like the moon – part of her was always hidden away.” Dia Reeves

Before The Turning

Spring's last reversion,
a chemise for moon
before the turning of
summer's bold tune,
an unbuttoned salute
to epicurean dulges
promenading along
our damp, warm skin,
in the misted mystery
of this omened night,
awaiting declarations
of yes, yes, along our 
avenue of sheets.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Possibility Of Her – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse, De is hosting the Quadrille ( a poem of 44 words) using the word or any of its forms – possibility. dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Possibility

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“Life is a deep sleep of which love is the dream.” Alfred de Musset

The Possibility Of Her

Carefully crafted, she was a
composite of every fiction,
his pulse quickened,
anticipating the possibility of
her arrival, the creaking door
announcing her, now hovering,
conversing only in tongues,
his tortured lips in flames,
he woke, lost in a fug
as the door creaked.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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I So Choose – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lillian is hosting the Quadrille and her invitation is to write (44 words) about happiness or a form of the word.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Happiness

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“Happiness is a matter of one’s most ordinary and everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self.” Iris Murdoch

I So Choose

The waves crashed in rolling the shore
like worn carpet in displaced surrender,
revealing troves of shiny detritus 
unrelated in my minds eye, yet in my
perceiving I teased out the synchronicities
which were there all along, waiting for my
happiness to be chosen.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Found You – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse De is hosting Quadrille (44 words) night.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Magnetic

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“In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours. In all the world, there is no love for you like mine.” Maya Angelou

Found You

Of course, 
I drifted off at some point,
lost in the melodrama of
north, true north and 
magnetic north, which all 
seemed very northy to me,
a desperate invocation of
the obvious made darker,
instead, I set my compass 
to love and found you.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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