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At The Edge – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Kim at dVerse has invited us to write a quadrille (44 words) including the word eavesdropping. dVerse Poets – Quadrille – What’s That Rustling In The Eaves?

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“Ecstasy is the accurate term for the intensity of consciousness that occurs in the creative act.” Rollo May

At The Edge

Eve was gently dropping words
into the soft air across the water,
soothing ripples,
captivating lillies,
when I took her hand
she smiled her eyes
and shivered her skin
in ripples of whisper
that my heart was 
eavesdropping at the
edge of her ecstasy.

┬ęPaul Vincent Cannon

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