Spring Is In The Air

Zealous – Word of the Day


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One person’s liberator is another persons dictator. The end of National Socialism in 1945 (well, temporary end) saw the liberating Soviet army take control of Eastern Europe. But the Soviet proved to be as unpalatable as the Nazis, and hence a number of attempted coups and uprisings, especially the one in Hungary 23 October – 10 November 1956, where a student protest turned into a people’s uprising. The students were indeed zealous for change, and their zeal inspired others to rise up with them. The uprising was sadly crushed by the overwhelming might of the Soviet army. October the 23 is now a national holiday in Hungary.


Spring Is In The Air

Khaki is not my colour,
I crave pastels, boldness, whites.
Steel grey is so depressing,
like never ending winter,
the threat of cold death,
faces lost,
love buried.
Truth is everywhere, that’s how
Newspeak lobotomizes.
Apparatchiks, whose fetid lies,
like open sewers,
Are a stench and a stain
on flesh and blood,
like bruises and broken bones
their words crush souls.
Your flags do not warm me,
they are but a noose,
a suicide note to history.
But we stand together
preferring death to misery,
no acquiescent autumn
rather, to be spring
to be fertile possibility.
So we wave at you and smile,
a smile your scowl cannot quell.
Our solitary prayer,
that your bullets will be poppies
and your tanks be doves.
That you will at last surrender,
not to us,
but to your true selves,
to humanity,
and kiss your distorted “I” goodbye.

©Paul Cannon





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Sensual – FOWC


Nadja Michael as Salome. There’s a lot of poetic licence used in the portrayal of Salome that simply isn’t evident in the historical and biblical texts. But it makes for great theatre. Salome the daughter of Herodias (formerly the wife of Philip the Tetrarch) who had left Philip for his brother Herod Antipas (which is what John the Baptist was making a fuss over, and in the end got him killed). There was one daughter from her marriage to Philip – Salome. Salome was invited to dance for her step father at court on his birthday.  The dance is not described anywhere, and much modern interpretation is speculation. However, the fact that Herod promised on oath to to give Salome whatever she asked for because her dance was pleasing tells us that it was in the least alluring and sensual given his reaction.



You were huddled as the music began,
and slowly you unfolded
with such grace,
we held our breath.
You reached upwards,
your body ripe.
You swirled, dipped and turned,
your eyes wild,
hair ablaze,
fabric unfurling.
The air was so thin,
we were breathless.


©Paul Cannon





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via Daily Prompt: Cacophony


The Pied Cormorant, commonly called “Shag”, though this is erroneous, because originally shags and cormorants were distinct, now the term has become interchangeable (though that is now in dispute). The name Cormorant evolved from and is derived from the Greek meaning Bald Raven (φαλακρος κοραξ) and later from the Latin corvus marinus or sea raven. It was orginally thought that the Cormorant was relative of the raven (up to the mid 16th C.), mainly becuase of its hooked beak. In the photo, taken on the Blackwood River a few years ago, the one at the back right is displaying the Cormorant’s particular wing drying habit, having dove into the water pursuing fish. As we passed by they had called out. Now they are not as discordant as a Raven or a Black Cockatoo, but nor are they a sing-song bird that can charm the ear with…

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Grudging – Word of the Day


A strange alarm clock. I think the parrots who came in late to roost held a grudge, I was getting a message! Camped in the Stirling Ranges, a couple of years back with Jon, and a tree full of parrots.


It happens that way,
that my words not so much tumble
as thrust,
plunging into your very being,
and so begins a pas de deux,
a dance of sharpness,
exchanging blow by resenting blow.
And finally, exhausted,
we clutch the lifebouy of forgiveness.

©Paul Cannon





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Encircle – RDP 77


Looking eastward, the sun rises at Elachbutting Rock.



the urgency to hold,
the knowing look.
Escaping long interrogations.
Obligations hidden
as we watched the moon ascend.
We arrested time,
and marvelled that it was us.
There’s no urgency now,
the seed a flower,
love encircled,
our hearts deeply immersed.

©Paul Cannon





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The Underlying Story

Vex – Word of the Day

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The underlying Story

That look?
Oh, um, well, you know.
Well, the way you fiddle with the wine glass.
Really, after all these years?
You never mentioned it before.
Well it never bothered me before.
But now?
Yes, so annoying.
Yes, really.
So, how should I hold it (purely rhetorical of course).
Oh, no, I shouldn’t, you know, it’s no big deal.
But it clearly is (where’s this going?).
(a different tack)
So, what happened at work today?
You frowned, your eyes were moist.
It was just awful …
Tell me about it …
The wine glass smiled knowingly.

©Paul Cannon




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Again, thankyou to OJSPRIDE for my nomination to this creative three day Lyrical Challenge. If you haven’t checked out her blog, then you really must.


A man of many talents, Bob dylan has made his mark on the world as one of the great poets, and great song writers. I like the way George Harrison larconically introduced him at the Concert For Bangladesh (two multi-artist concerts held at Maddison Square Garden on August 1, 1971) – “I’d like to bring on  a friend of us all.”

My Choice for this third and final Lyrical challenge is Dylan’s song “The times They Are A-Changin'” from the album of the same name released in 1964. And in 1964 there was a gathering whirlwind of change on every front. Ironically, it is a song as much for today as it was back then, a sad commentary on how we have progressed, but not yet progressed in some key areas of human and environmental realtions.


The Times They Are A-Changin’

Come gather ’round people wherever you roam,
And admit that the waters around you have grown,
And accept it that soon you’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin’
Then you’d better start swimmin’
Or you’ll stick like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’

Come writers and critics who prophecize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide,
The chance won’t come again,
And don’t speak to soon
For the wheels still spin
And there’s no tellin’ who
That it’s namin’
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’

Come senators, congressmen,
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the dorrway,
Don’t block the hall,
For he who gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled,
There’s a battle
Outside and it’s ragin’
It’ll soon shake your windows
And rattle yor walls
For the times they are a-changin’

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land,
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin’,
Please get out of the new one
If you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’

The line is drawn,
The curse it is cast,
The slow one now will
later be fast,
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin’
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the Times they are a-changin’

©Bob Dylan, Sony/ATV Music Publishing.


Today my three nominations to this challenge are:

Philosophy Through Photography

Real Life Of An MSW

Twenty Four



Thank the person who moniated you.

Share one of your favourite song/lyrics one at a time for three days.

Nominate three other bloggers each day.





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Dangerous Game

Spying – Word of the Day


Margaretha Geertruida MacLeod (nee Zelle) better known by her stage name Mata Hari (1876 – 1917), who was convicted by the French as a German spy during WW1. Historians have since demonstrated that she was betrayed by all, her lover, the French officers who recruited her, the justice system (an oxymoron if ever there was one), her fellow spies and others. She was convicted and executed even though there was no substantive evidence, other than that they said it was because as a woman she could not be trusted and she would use her wiles. She was indeed a victim, a scapegoat.

Dangerous Game

I was lost in your face,
your eyes sparkled
laughter like champagne.
You reeled me in,
my small talk generously indulged,
I thought one drink would cure my curiosity.
Besides, I had work to do,
family waiting.
But you had other plans,
your hand on mine
Me all gibberish,
pulse racing,
I agreed.
Just how did you do that?
room 20,
you draped on the ottoman,
gold, bejewelled bra,
Salome unveiled.
Beguiled, seduced,
I gave you my all.
My French for German,
secrets, unzipped,
pleasure washed over me
in waves of guilt.
Whispers exchanged,
I woke alone, betrayed.
Even so, for just one more touch,
I would trade anything.

©Paul Cannon




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Day 2 – Lyric Challenge

Something – Lyrical Challenge Day 2

Thank you to OJSPRIDE for the challenge, go check out her blog.

So day two and my choice today is George Harrison’s ‘Something’ from the Beatles’ ‘Abbey Road’ album of 1969 (completed in August of that year). I am a fan of the Beatles, George in particular. This was his first A-side single with the band. This was the Beatles last recording as a band, though Let It Be, which was recorded in January 1969 was released in May 1970, so Let It Be was the last album to be released by the band.



Something in the way she moves
Attracts me like no other lover,
Something in the way she woos me.
I don’t want to leave her now,
You know I believe and how.

Somewhere in her smile she knows
That I don’t need no other lover.
Something in her style that shows me.
I don’t want to leave her now,
You know I believe and how.

You’re asking me will my love grow,
I don’t know, I don’t know.
You stick around now it may show,
I don’t know, I don’t know.

Something in the way she knows
And all I have to do is think of her,
Something in the things she shows me.
I don’t want to leave her now,
You know I believe and how.


©Harisongs Pty Ltd, George Harrison

My three nominations are for this challenge:

Fabric That Made Me

Crushed Caramel (Leaner At Love)

Words for Life


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Nominate three other bloggers each day.





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An Anamnesis of Joy

Redolent – Word of the Day


On the road to Jindalee, one of many places where a breakaway occurs creating sharp contrasts in colour and texture.


An Anamnesis Of Joy

To listen for the sound where there is none,
save for the elegance of birdsong,
nature’s grand opera.
Or a whistling breeze, when it can be bothered
to sigh along the gullies and through the trees.
The smell of eucalyptus, like laundry day,
nanna removing stains the old way.
Dust in my nostrils as my soles kiss the earth,
the crunch of grit,
and that dry feel of summer’s arrival.
The familiar buzz of flies,
a bead of sweat
released from winter’s cold cell.
And, overwhelmed by a sense of joy,
wanting to tell everyone,
I exclaim, again,
to no one in particular,
“I have no words!”
Just the silent liturgy of feeling,
An anamnesis of joy,
of a past now present once more.

©Paul Cannon





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