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Waiting – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.” Virginia Woolf

Waiting

Sweet, sticky juice,
the way your fingers caressed the glass,
your lips upon that long, slender straw,
while your eyes offered private conversation
as the world passed by in blurred abstractions,
your smile takes me prisoner once again and
I await the consummate dessert.


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I’m Glad For The Gate – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse De is hosting the Quadrille, with an invitation to write about stones.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Throwing Poem Stones

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“Stone walls do not a prison make ….” Richard Lovelace

I'm Glad For The Gate

There's nothing as handsome as a dry-stone wall,
a certain beauty in its rugged, chiselled symmetry,
stone upon stone against any sense of predation or
unwanted attention and, even though I crave this very 
boundary, I'm glad for the gate which lets me choose.


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Of Things Past – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Linda is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write about the word linger or any of its forms.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Linger

Photo: an old Ford truck – part of the history of Kookynie and mining.

“Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.” Benjamin Disraeli

Of Things Past

The past lurks in the present,
intensifying the sense of wanting
to restore, heal, the original 
intention once the pride of purpose,
now a felt grief, an if only, raising the
question: can we overcome the grief
of things past that linger within us?


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Tongue And Groove – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse, De is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write using some form of the word Groove.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Groove

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“Sometimes a wink is enough ….” Neha Sharma

Tongue And Groove

Though she was no carpenter,
she enjoyed the idea of renovation,
her ideas revolved around shape and form,
a true renaissance woman and, though I
tentatively suggested render, she turned,
winked and said, without guile, there's
always a place for some tongue and groove.

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Astro-logical – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse De has invited us to write a Quadrille (44 words) on some form of the word heart.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille- Heart

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“Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born ….” ee cummings

Astro-logical

There is no dys in the topia of 
my heart where you're concerned,
your ample fullness fills my
darkly mind with tingled pulses of
rhythmic, to the bone sensatiopns, 
that caffeinate my hours with a 
cornucopia of luminous astrologia
that simply makes me dizzy.


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As Before – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Mish is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to use the word or its forms – Smudge.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Smudge

Photo: The point where the brook feeds into the ocean – Ellensbrook – its indigenous name is Mokidup.

“The land knows you, even when you are lost.” Robin Wall Kimmerer

As Before

The wind pierced me so
in beautiful ways, of which
words fail in the telling;
clouds painted the sky,
touching your rays and I
took them by the hand,
knowing, as before, your
joy would wash the earth
and smudge my soul with
gratitude.

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The Joy Of The Mellow – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse De is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to use the word or its forms – Curiosity.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Curiosity

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“Contentment is the greatest form of wealth.” Acharya Nagarjuna

The Joy Of The Mellow

I pass no judgement,
(and yet, of course, I do)
details are never important,
though to be curious is never
to be shamed, rather, celebrated,
as points of departure from the
sameness of repetitions,
as for grief, while aware, I'm
incuriously embracing the mellow.

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Between – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lillian is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to use the homograph wound in both its forms.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Wound

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“The wound is the place where the light enters you.” Rumi

Between

The love wound wound itself around my 
heart sharp, like a cilice, offering exquisite 
devotional pain, and the more I wrestled 
with the feeling, the more it gripped the 
whole of me leaving me between the 
pain of regret and the joy of desire.

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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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