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How Can I Spell You? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sanaa is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write using one or all of the meanings of the world spell.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Casting A Poetic Spell

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“Every spell is a journey.” Lawren Leo

How Can I Spell You?

Samhain's thinness is an invitation
to rend the tissue between worlds,
she came at noon to smudge my door
and wait the moon to pass,
that hour came and our worlds collided,
by dawn I was spent,
her spell ended,
and she had gone.


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Heavenly Delight – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Linda is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to use the word browse in a poem.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Out Of The Meadow’s Browse

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“The garden of love is green without limits ….” Rumi

Heavenly Delight

Today I passed by and saw
your gate was closed,
you smiled from within,
and I determined to walk
the path to your door,
to touch those lips that smiled,
look into your dreamer's eyes,
and browse your garden of
heavenly delight and wonder.


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Did I Dream It? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sarah is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write a poem about sleep in any form.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Sleepy Times

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“Things taste better outdoors. And if it’s a forbidden thing, so much the better.” Franny Billingsley

Did I Dream It?

I cupped your breast and
supped your lips beneath 
the bowed table of rich plenty,
when the sky was open and your 
eyes invited me to worlds beyond
your sleepy smile, of dragonflies and
kingfishers, seeds laughing along
the air, did I dream it?


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Static Response – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Mish is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write about the word or its many forms – Static.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille

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“Because beneath the noise of the pounding, swirling surf is a place where all is quiet and clear. The chaos stills in this deep.” Glennon Doyle

Static Response

The street dynamic is buzzing crazy,
everyone like launching rockets,
thrusters and boosters at full pelt
fizzing and spinning from doorways 
and driveways in a death valley
record pursuit, but I'm in a stasis,
like a goanna barely breathing,
my static response to futility.


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Drawn On Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse De is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write about chalk.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Chalk It Up To Poetry

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“A drawing is simply a line going for a walk.” Paul Klee

Drawn On Love

He looked at her long
recognising the stirrings deep within,
he took his pastels and stroked the
paper gently eliciting form as felt,
but something lacked, and his 
movements became more urgent,
frustrated with his chalky lines
he stopped and reached out,
touching her.


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Unspeakable – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lisa is hosting the Quadrille (44 words)with an invitation to write a poem using some form of the word season.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Tis The Season

Photo: Early autumn in Deepdene, red gums shedding.

“Autumn is as joyful and sweet as an untimely end.” Remy de Gourmont

Unspeakable

The seeds of my tangled life are sown 
along the edge of autumn's invitation,
a propitiation for all that is yet to arise,
an imaginarium of coloured experiences
only the sense can speak, a whelming
of the darkened cave transcended in
spring's awaited consolation.


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What Now? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The future … seems to me no unified dream but a mince pie …” Edward Young

What Now?

Repetitive Days,
clamping to the bench,
the clang of metal,
choosing actions,
being filtered,
tectonic turning plates,
left and right,
spindle and handle,
sinew cranking hard,
the heft of life,
an endless vista of 
grind and broken 
dreams as mince,
what now the plate?


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Chemise Me – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sarah is hosting poetics with an invitation to write about colour using a provided list from the palette of the Little Green Paint co. follow the link below for more details, the one I chose was Chemise.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Colour Me Poetry

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“Brevity is the soul of lingerie.” Dorothy Parker

Chemise Me

She wrote with her eyes
and painted with her movements,
short strokes, long strokes,
she sang in low soft silk sighs, 
her wisp of pink sent invitations
like tremors of an earthquake, and
held my breath as bated as she
coloured my world chemise.


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The Rag – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse De is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write about paper.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Papered Poems

Photo: an archive shot of the now defunct Daily News located at Geordie Boy, Medium, this one from three years before I started as a newspaper boy.

“The media. It sounds like a convention of spiritualists.” Tom Stoppard

The Rag

Pay-p-urrr!
echoed loudly my call to ply 
the Daily, a jaundiced  rag,
a paper inked with salacious 
tones and local misery,
Jemimah's horse, of course,
baby names and some sordid
political scandal, I had it all at
$15.00 a week plus tips.


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The Eye Must Seek – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Bjorn is hosting the Quadrille with an invitation to write about eyes.

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“At the center of your being you have the answer.” Lao Tzu

The Eye Must Seek

As with darkness, so with beauty,
the eye must seek the subtlety of
darkest light which lies within the 
veil of night behind the gaze that
sees all, yet desires a self-full 
knowing glint, a ghost of halo, a
soft gleam of meaning.


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