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Of Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Kim at dVerse has invited us to write a quadrille (44 words) using the word blue. dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Blue

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“A certain blue enters your soul.” Henry Matisse

Of Love

Welcome to my bower
of all things true
writers ink or anise drink,
azure sky just as Oedipus
reflected in earth's waters,
or the potter's cobalt glaze,
all needs a little chemistry and
heat in passioned mix, 
just as your eyes
of love.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


Note: The Australian Bower Bird builds a scrub nest on the ground and fills it with shiny things, preferably blue in order to attract a mate.

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To Dare – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Decisions

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“The risk of a wrong decision is preferable to the terror of indecision.” Maimonides

To Dare

That next step,
what might it mean,
an ontological rift or
that the shadows 
have shifted?
How ironic, of course
they're shifting anyway,
why the hesitation?
The tension of change 
is all around you,
overtaking you,
now is the time,
to dare to move.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Many One – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Mish at dVerse has invited us to write a quadrille (44 words) using the word drum. dVerse Poets

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“You can’t make a mistake when you improvise.” Patti Smith

The Many One

The steady predictable rhythm,
rat, tat, tat, tat,
of that single snare drum
unleashed our 
arhythmical froward,
we went into the street,
with pans, tins and bins
and we beat a revolution,
ba-dum, dum, tat, boom,
one tune, many beats
the difference of one.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Into The Heart – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Linda at dVerse has invited us to write a quadrille (44 words) using the word slip.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Slip

"Pit race against race, religion against religion, 
prejudice against prejudice. Divide and conquer! 
We must no let that happen here."  Eleanor Roosevelt

Into The Heart

All the world's an ideology
a race of humans never won,
we wear a mask of society,
eschew our common-unity,
too much in our ego self,
too little for the common good,
let's slip into something
more comfortable,
let's slip into the heart.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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To Have – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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De at dVerse has invited us to write a quadrille (44 words) using the word fix, or any of its forms.

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“I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.”  T.S. Eliot

To Have

To have and to hold
that objet d’promesse,
panacea of the hours
since the Edenic dawn,
the reason, the will,
to live the moments and
scale walls as mountains,
or suffer drudge in strides,
glorious aroma of life,
that first fix sip,
le cafe.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Note: objet d’promesse (Fr.) – object of promise; le cafe (Fr.) – the coffee.

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He’s Out! – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Lillian at dVerse has invited us to write a quadrille (44 words) on – silly.

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I played cricket at school and club cricket for a short time, backyard was my best game 🙂 The photo shows a fielder evading the ball, for good reason! The fielder is at silly mid-on.

Rough notes: An over is six consecutive deliveries bowled to a batsman. A maiden over is an over where the batsman makes no score. A googly is a deceptive delivery (off-spin instead of leg-spin). Stumped means the batsman is out by means of the wicket-keeper claiming the wicket while the batsman is out of his crease or safe zone. Slip is a fielding position behind the batsman. Square leg is just behind where silly mid-on is shown in the photo, sometimes known as suicide position.

 

“I understand cricket – what’s going on, the scoring – I can’t understand why.”  Bill Bryson

He’s Out!

The man with the ball
was exemplary,
bowling a maiden over,
the batsman was stumped
when he missed the googly,
the man at silly mid-off
was battered and bruised,
like the few in the slips,
while the one at short leg
cried, he’s out!

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Politician Bust – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Mish at dVerse has invited us to write a quadrille (44 words) on the word flush.

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“I mean maybe I was holding all the aces, but what was the game?”   Joan Didion

Politician Bust

His mood high as
he strode the hall
ready to ace the gaggle,
playing his cards close,
the microphones invaded
and he read his hand,
a frown creasing his face,
nothing was straight,
nothing was flush,
his game was a bust,
police sirens wailing.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

The toilet paper square for Mish at dVerse

 

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Breathe Again – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: David Mcnew, Getty Images.  LA as a result of Corona lock-down and less traffic has clearer skies. Once again Mt. Everest is visible from India and Nepal, and other cities, especially Wuhan, have clear air. For a moment the earth breathes, but only a moment, and we’re not touching even the tip of the carbon berg.

 

“Silence is only frightening people who are compulsively verbalizing.”  William S. Buroughs

Breathe Again

Why haven’t we done this before,
is the monk’s cell so vulgar,
so stark, that we cannot contemplate
the wholeness of solitude
and turn aside, weary as we are,
to rest a while from the wheel,
letting the earth breathe again,
that we might too.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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Illuminating – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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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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