Beside the door the reaper waits.
The seasons change, the winds still whip.
Some days slide by and others strip

themselves to shreds, then lie like slates
upon the floor. Our hearts are sore,
we seek the peace that culminates

in sleep that lies beyond our fingertips;
still by the door the reaper waits.

An Octain invented by Luke Prater – posted for Olivia’s d’Verse post on Octains

© Gay Reiser Cannon * 03-24-16 * All Rights Reserved


Vignettes Inspired by Pina Bausch


The hotel melts onto the Champs-Elysee;
Rome’s ashes float eternally on the Tiber.
A tea-dance stops in Berlin.
An Englishwoman fires at Hitler.

Mannequins in pink rehearse with
the corps de ballet – float through nine lives
Jeté en air
float on clouds
land in New York.

A princess ran away —
she left luxury in a forest.
Her life was a Czardas
played on a violin
by a peasant who
once sank into a swamp,
but rose to marry the princess who
danced with their son as they
migrated to strange lands.

Their trails crossed time and melodies;
their shoes multiplied. They learned
from passing sheep and random cows.
Potatoes raised from the earth, apples
fell from the trees. They danced through
color and blankness..pioneers–
leaving behind angels and broken promises
going forward to find the horizon.


In dreams I am weightless
gravity becomes visible
I change, grow wings, fly.

This architecture seems emotionless,
also weightless; freedom flows
construction as fluid as
water, invisible as wind.


Words dancing – language moves.
Partners become one
through elemental feelings.

The NOW elongates,
the past feels closer,
the future turns on the wheel.

Lightning strikes, thunder cracks!
Outer roars meet inner screams –
sleep’s a path to peace.


Summer settles like wet mush
steam rises as the moon wanes
the soul sheds its skin.

Ghost thoughts fill the void.
Sentience appears behind the veil
The movement changes yet moves on.

There souls turn weightless
spinning through summer leaves
one may find its mate in the light of a new moon.


Sword leaves saw edges
cut sunshine to splinters
falling shards splinter time

Talent filled colors
flow from the sun’s descent
art’s fierce paradigm

shadows deepen history’s secrets
a sense of deja-vu
dark matter permeates thoughts

twilight’s like sailing through stars
where ghosts exchange melodies
all harmonics rearranged


Deception deep in DNA
That life has no limits
Stretches beyond horizons

Like perpetual gyroscopes in motion
our minds explore new ideas,
an endless phantasmagoria of thoughts

Birthday dance of fireworks
freedom bursts in colored sparks
born at dawn’s light in cold and mud

Strings sing while feet dance
Behind the veil a girl moves
the urge to begin again is strong


Caught by a rose’s thorn
shredded by the western wind
wrapped onto a wagon wheel
love holds on against nature’s force


Thread your ring
onto the crescent moon
as the quadrille begins.
Join Venus, Sirius, and Jupiter
to music of the spheres as galaxies arise

©Gay Reiser Cannon * 3/9/16 – All Rights Reserved

If you haven’t read and care to read Part I it is here: