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I Never Want to Let Go – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Warmly

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“How we need a another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm.” Sylvia Plath

I Never Want to Let Go

Once,
in my teens,
an accidental encounter,
a broken power cable touching 
the metal I was holding,
filling me,
so warm and tingling,
I didn't want to let go,
Now when I hold you
it is so electric,
I never want to let go.


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Free – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse De is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write a poem and including some form of the word wing.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Winging It

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“I am a feather for each wind that blows.” William Shakespeare

Free

That one feather free,
seesawing,
swaying,
hanging on a note of breeze,
singing soft songs of oft wings,
and the great letting go,
the detachment risk,
no longer a flight of fancy,
now an adventure of self
awakening,
it is its own wing,
free.


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Not Alone – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse De is hosting the Quadrille with an invitation to write using some form of the word scared.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Let’s Scare Up Some Poems

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“There is something waiting for us at the edge of the woods, and it is our fate to meet it.” Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Not Alone

Walking,
alone,
not alone,
tone imperceptible,
feelings shifting,
a movement peripheral
makes my saliva coppery,
narrowed eyes darting,
alert,
the sound of nothing,
spine creeps scared,
skittering leaves startle,
distant urban shrill,
nerves on edge as my mind
traverses fluid shadows
watching me.


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All The Young Does – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – For whom the bell tolls

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“In alchemy Mercurius is allegorised as the stag because the stag can renew itself.” Carl Jung

All The Young Does

The high street doe unconsciously paraded,
offending older women with supple confidence,
and her taut longings, 
leaving all the young bucks pulsating 
while older stags inwardly belled at their 
stirring memories of the young does
they grazed with in fields, 
glades and hedgerows.


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Note: to bell is bark or bellow, and in earlier times a stag was said to bell or bark when it scented a doe.

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Even Now – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“History is always changing behind us, and the past changes a little every time we retell it.” Hilary Mantel

Even Now

I really don't want to inhabit the past,
to be its victim of obsessions that 
exhaust and imprison,
all those tangled feelings looking
for expiation from the complex 
web of experiences that clutch so tightly,
and even now, with faint trace,
haunting me with what ifs and maybes.


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The Real Work – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Work

“The mind’s first step to self-awareness must be through the body.” George A. Sheehan

The Real Work

Living ever forwards,
as if there was no past,
no questions to ask of ourselves,
never seeing how we are and
how we affect others is a 
profound dis-ease,
but to sit and observe and
notice what arises,
surely, this is the real work.


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What Dawns? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Linda is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write using the word morning or its forms.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Morning Has Broken

Photo: dawn over the Blackwood River, the winter clouds accentuate the sun.

“Every morning is a new arrival.” Rumi

What Dawns?

Sometimes I wish I could hold onto
mornings and slowly sift the feelings of 
possibility that capture a sense of being, 
holding them in a gentle net,
rather than release them into my wild,
to reflect on what it is that dawns 
in me.


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Type? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse De is hosting the Quadrille with an invitation to write a poem using the word type or any of its forms.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – What’s Your Type?

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“There has been, is, and always will be every conceivable type of person.” E.M. Forster

Type?

Did Cicero use helvetica or
plain it with times roman,
and how did Gurdjieff get
nine or Jung four, while 
chapman gave love five,
and who knows if I'm 
sagacious, diabetic, alpha, 
A positive or negative?
I do know imperial is my type.


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The Ear Of The Heart – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lillian is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem choosing a name from a Ben and Jerry’s list of ice-creams. For more info follow the link below:

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Make Mine A Double-dipper

The name I chose to use in my poem is: Miz Jelena’s Sweet Potato Pie.

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“For a word to be spoken, there must be silence. Before, and after.” Ursula K. Le Guin

The Ear Of The Heart

Not just for Miz Jelena's sweet potato pie
is her path well trod, or her sweet-peas
admired, or her door wide to the world,
such wonderful things are not the sum,
it is the certainty of being heard,
Miz Jelena has a heart ear that holds 
all of you in the telling.



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Love Wrap – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Mish is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to include the word wrap.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Wrap/

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“Your hand touching mine. This is how galaxies collide.” Sanober Khan

Love Wrap

I remember we encircled,
encompassed, enjoined each other
erasing our yesterdays,
there were no beginnings or ends,
only breathlessness in the silence
held between us, we were naked,
yet clothed in intimacy,
wrapped in a desire so primal,
nothing came close by any comparison.


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