FALLING IN LOVE

Embossed - original artwork © Gay Reiser Cannon

Your glance sets my heart aflutter

Your heart, my heart's glove.

My body, even my soul, halts

My heart fills, four vessels of love.

Memories dissolve, fear flees

My blood's the nectar of love.

A second lasts a lifetime

More exquisite than a dove.

Before and after disappear

I stumble through a fog.

A pool lies somewhere behind your eyes

Filled with your quiet love.

Your nod urges me to take the plunge,

Submerge myself in love.

Your smile provides the shove,

In gay abandon,  I swim in love.

© Gay Reiser Cannon -  May 2019

A ghazal 

Tempo Rubato

Piano-forte, does it matter?
Soft or loud?  Press down
   and the keys push back.
Resistance.
   God in the machine
   Good in the person
Press on.

The work gets harder.
The noise is harsh.
The keys hold the power.
In the center lies the music, that sweet spot - freedom.
Press on!

© Gay Reiser Cannnon - 3-8-18
All Rights Reserved

When Time Stops and Nothing Breathes

Today's drizzle
projected my sadness
onto my garden.
Rose petals shed
shamelessly in the breeze.
Seasons stopped in
gray seriousness;
music ceased.
Grisly clouds crouched
near the fence, as the
cats cowered and
forgot to breathe.
I turned back
counting my steps
and shuddered.

(c) Gay Reiser Cannon - 4.10.17
posted @dversepoets for 44 word
Quadrille

When I Was Ten

Black as the night that ruled my day,
a habitually mean scare-crow nun
tortured my tenth year by terrorizing
my fifth grade nights and days
heart-stopping in the recurring nightmares.

The single ray of light that year
occurred when I was released
to take piano lessons. Her retribution
took form in winds of hate that
directed manic strikes with a hickory stick.
It shred my hands and arms, at any
time almost always for imagined
infractions of some unspecified law.

No recourse, no mercy, and no understanding
and now I feel the same for that institution
that preaches love and practices hate.

© Gay Reiser Cannon * 4.1.16 * All Rights Reserved

3 IMagy Poems

I

pigeons thunder roof to 

ground no way to get unwound 

more all the time out of reason 

full of sound -- sleeping, waking,

coming 'round every day

II

Sailing the night on silver

slipping silent then slow later on 

feel the wind blow then quicker 

as only you & the water 

& the stars hear the sound

III

hall and inward to the branch 

forward then to the dark space 

by the stair later on you'll hear 

a clock take three steps back 

try not to fall

One Part Invention

The earth leans,
the waves rise up,
the raindrops fall,
the snow piles.

We feel nature's complexity
and reassurance in
steady Bach measures;
the perfect interweaving
of chordal harmonies
fortify our spirit.

Patterns ever changing,
while repeating,
calm and comfort us
with the same warmth
and reassurance
as the kitchen table,
a baking apple pie.

Our spirits lift.
We forge ahead.

(c) Gay Reiser Cannon * All Rights Reserved * 2.28.15

By Design

I am an architect of poetry.
Each idea designed as a house
conceived as spaces living within me.

I research the empty benches of my soul
discover a rooms full of chrysanthemums.
Each color a shaded nuance as petals unfold.

I measure words in sets of columns, stanzas of lifted lines,
that result in a drawing of emotions. I plan heavy with passion,
yet yield delicate blueprints where hidden closets may be discovered.

This poem becomes a park filled with dreams, of memories
measured by clouds, rain, and sunny days, planned with care
tinted in pastels - from land and lake to the hedges with fountains.

Its foundation are the trees whose winter lines seem like
those traced upon my palms elevated to a metaphor for life
executed in relief upon the soft clouds of a winter sky.

Nouns; house, painting, closets, chrysanthemums, park, cloud, trees, bench, fountains
Verbs:  create, discover, conceive, fill, research, design, measure, draw, elevate, execute
for Connect the Dots @dVersepoets pub - today hosted by Claudia

(c) Gay Reiser Cannon * 2.6.15 * All Rights Reserved

Iconoclast

ICONOCLAST
For Brian

set the falcon on its wing,
let it soar, let it swing,
let it roll, trace the scroll
through lightning bolts
scrape the skies, soar, turn, dive;
teary-eyed, crush the mold
fill anew, stretch, fold
watch it leave dark skies, arrive,
surprise, implode the status quo
devise, change course, rub smooth
eschew the groove, rise, raise, lift from stress
digress, unseat the goddess Poetry
reject the prize, incline toward the stars
regard, release, fly free......

free form sonnet, internal  and end rhyme, no set meter, no set rhyme scheme
for Brian's latest break the form mold prompt at d'Verse poets.

Gay Reiser Cannon * 01.22.15 * All Rights Reserved

Birthday Poem

Consider this Christmas

On the day of Christ's birth

the miracle that is

YOU

A single snowflake

like no other

An oak leaf

one of many on its tree

A shell

which has traveled oceans

A star

Born of light, giving light

YOU

family vessel

inheritor of history, 

progenitor to the future

YOU 

belong only to yourself

By being, you have made a difference

Singular, you establish change

YOU

think, design, create and give

YOU

yourself are a gift from God

YOU

will always be loved

YOU

are

UNIQUE!

(c) Gay Reiser Cannon * 12.16.14 * All Rights Reserved

Coloring

I like the color yellow
but to color a banana makes
my stomach ache
I want to leave this space

children stand and wave from
the tops of little wash houses
the houses are made of red brick
the children are black

their smiles become lights in their faces
but they don't make me happy
they might fall off the roofs
onto the grey clothes lines

I find a four leaf clover
growing in the sandpile
It is my grandmother...
she is brightly made of green
she sounds like songs
tunes of green and luck
painted far away

the dollhouse flies off the car
as we leave for somewhere else
the pink dolls blow away
when we stop, the world's
cold, brown and blue

I eat white bananas and
swallow the yellow
along with the ache

© Gay Reiser Cannon * 11.21.14 * All Rights Reserved