Monthly Archives: July 2018

Unspoken

Succinct – Word of the Day

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Unspoken

Things, being things, are ever complex,
nothing so simple as true.
Our lives are like Ypres,
all wire and craters,
the ever defended self.

Electronic cyclones
with forgettable passwords,
ever commanding, forever shifting.
Deceptive matrices of gloom,
where anxiety reigns
over pixelated doubts.

The neighbours arguing,
profoundly, again!
The light was left on at the front.
Well, someone must pay,
this is serious (of course)
and irresponsible to the trees.

The choreography of life,
cat’s in the cradle gone wrong,
the twine’s all over the place.
Yet in the eye of this storm
we’re calm brevity,
as love is spoken without words.

 

©Paul Cannon

 

Paul,

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Watching The Tide Roll Away

Chill Out – Photo Prompt

 

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The Famous Five chill out? Though I thought I heard them singing, “… watching the tide roll away …”  Walking the Blackwood on a rainy day.

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Heavenly

Candor – Word of the Day

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Heavenly

I heard your footsteps pressing down
on surrendered cypress,
barely,
above the water singing over rocks,
gently seeking home,
just visiting this humble onsen.

I saw you emerge,
floating through the Hinoki,
its resin so sweet,
an offering in praise of your being.
Heavenly,
Cherry blossom pink.

A ritual unfolds.
A pause,
a prayer,
as kimono softens the rock.
Your body supple as a young Sika,
graces the intimacy of water.

An open conversation
I hear with my eyes.
And, though my lips silently babble,
my heart speaks straight,
as my ritual unfolds.
A prayer …

©Paul Cannon

 

The Latin allows for candor to carry the meaning of brilliance, whiteness, radiance, naturalness and much more.

An Onsen is a hot spring, but has also come to include the bath house alongside. A Sika is a Japanese deer which is also a species common across Asia. Hinoki is a small cypress tree.

Paul,

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You Crazy Ball

Lullaby – Word of the Day

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You Crazy Ball

In my child’s mind you were so close
I could have reached out and touched you,
with your pock marked skin, cratered and worn,
mares like parchment stretching for miles and miles.

Helios has retreated for the night,
though his glow still unabashedly bathes you,
and you give it away unselfishly,
as we foment all manner of mishief undercover.

Ptolemy, Galileo, and Nicolaus measured you,
just as you have measured us
with seasons, tides, and crop cycles all mapped,
while Giordano, murdered by ignorance, gave his life for you.

Your fullness, voluptuous and wanton,
your crescent, mysterious and provocative.
We will not go gently into your night
you crazy ball, instead, we’ll be howling.

As the Mopoke creased the night with call,
I lay looking at you and your ancient friends.
Soothed, assured, by your presence,
your strong silence is like a comforting lullaby for me.

©Paul Cannon

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My Only Expectation

Expectation – Word of the Day

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My Only Expectation

We started somewhere,
though we started everywhere.
No point can be pinned,
it was a conversation,
a look,
a smile,
words,
a place.

Seasons were our canvass,
and we painted ourselves slow.
Keeping every detail,
a record of our life
in love,
in trust,
in sickness
and in health.

Eros and Aphrodite sometimes came for tea.
And though we stumbled in their shadows,
our sighs smudged the heavens
with abstract utterance,
of caress,
of lips,
of eyes,
of that fleeting synthesis.

We’ve enjoyed so many, many things,
our needs were very few.
Time has gathered us more closely now,
our youth is more within.
Still we paint our canvass,
as life invites us through,
and my only expectation is
I’ll paint this road with you.

 

©Paul Cannon

 

Paul,

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The Beginning’s Never As Important

Placate – Word of the Day

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Neville Chamberlain (1869 – 1940) British Prime Minister 1937 – 1940, whose name is synonymous with appeasement. His first attempt was to keep Britain out of the Spanish Civil War in the hope of winning favour with Italy. His second was an attempt to buy favour with Italy in order to sway them from German influence, by recognising Italian sovereignty over Ethiopa. His third attempt was over three trips to Germany in an attempt to stop Hitler invading the rest of Czechoslovakia, caving in to most of Hitler’s demands. However, at the same time he escalated British military spending, production, and training, while forming alliances and pacts, notably with Poland, so, he wasn’t completely innactive in preparation.

Chamberlain’s main modus operandi was in trying to placate Hitler and Mussolini in order to prevent a major war in Europe. The famous moment was when he gave a speech, while waving the agreement with Hitler to honour the sovereignty of Czechoslovakia, speaking of “Peace with honour” a line he borrowed from Benjamin Disraeli, and “Peace for our time” (which is invariably misquoted as “Peace in our Time”). But history shows that Chamberlain’s policy of appeasement failed miserably, as Winston Churchill had predicted.

 

The Beginning’s Never As Important

I’m not sure where it began,
though you always say that doesn’t matter.
The beginning’s never as important as the end.

But my my mouth threw words like bullets on concrete,
hard, indiscriminate wounds
that imperilled our very being.

I tried to trace the history of the world,
and you retreated to foreign climes.
“I’m out of here if that’s how it is!”

I stared at the floor, my honour defended,
truth the ego’s demand.
While an ocean of tears formed a gulf between us.

The shadows grew long as the clock struck an hour.
Like metal on metal,
my nerves all jangled and churned.

In the embers of light I glimsed your face,
your cheekbones, your eyes, seemed soft.
I sank in your ocean and surrendered myself.

You welcomed me ashore,
embracing a long, lost friend.
And we dressed each other’s wounds.

“I feel so … when you … I do too, I’m sorry I …”
History resolved, the future imperative,
the beginning’s never as important as the end.

©Paul Cannon

 

Paul,

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If Only You Knew

Unrequited – Word of the Day

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Our hands grazed over the sugar
and you took mine,
your smile conspiratorial,
as you quietly said: “But you understand?”

I nodded, without conviction.
“You’re a good listener you know.”
I nodded some more,
as we sat sipping our lies.

You smiled summer and laughed spring as we talked.
Minutes were hours and hours were minutes,
as we covered the earth and all that was in it,
but none of the words inside.

I wanted then to reclaim your hand,
to have and to hold,
to steal a kiss,
unravelling all the while.

I wanted to,
I wanted to say how I loved you and more,
but the words remained glued in my mouth.
O if only you knew how I wanted to say.

 

©Paul Cannon

 

Paul,

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Love React

Sensitivity – Word of the Day

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Love React 

I wanted to take a different tack,
to move in anomaly.
Reverse the order of all our conventions,
and introduce a little disorder.

The path of our daily has been, of course,
to complete each other’s lines,
knowing the mind of the other,
predicting the line of our gaze.

There’s no shame in such intimacy,
au contraire, it is to be desired.
But, just now and then, to let ourselves go
and cast our cares to the wind.

To loose the binding of maturity,
be primal, encompassed in glory.
As I woke from this thought I wondered aloud,
how you’d react, if tangoed down in the street.

©Paul Cannon

 

Paul,

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Oppose

Anti – Word of the Day

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If I’m anti anything I’m anti hate, but mostly anti ignorance in matters of compassion and human rights.

 

 

Oppose

 

The boat is heavily listing now,
yesterday the water ran out.
Faces of grief pleading for life,
guns hold their gaze.
The pimp in the office will give no ground,
He toadies the line that they’re misfits of vice.

In soil of division suspicion grows well.
it’s their religion you see, much sicker than ours.
Well, actually, we don’t believe, ‘cept the retail gods,
and, oh yes, Our Father who art in parliament.
The pimp in the office cruelling life,
whose litany is “Don’t trust your neighbour.”

A girl faces the impenetrable wall,
her parents are gone.
We shut her out, then shut her in,
she’s dangerous you see, her skin colour’s sin.
The pimp in the office will give no ground,
“We’re the land of the … Me.”

There’s a man on the street encrusted in sorrows,
he trusted once, now content to be free.
He’s not beautiful, but he’s married to soul,
his manger’s a gutter, his blanket Orion.
The pimp in the office will give no ground,
“Misery’s my game, let’s play it on him.”

Sorrow lives in hearts near me,
and faceless captives far away.
But I played a new game, I planted new seeds,
I harvested insight and acted at once.
The pimp in the office is struggling to speak,
I rapiered his words with sharp deeds of love.

©Paul Cannon

 

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Caress of Colour

Insipid – Word of the Day

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Caress of Colour

We had the wine and talked the hours,
drank each other deep.
As the dark veil of time slipped away
we set the place alight.

We crossed with ease the Rubicon
as we unlocked each other,
translating eyes and coded sighs,
those portals of the soul.

I held your words then set them free,
and there I saw you true.
No dun, no dull, no alabaster,
your love, the caress of colour.

©Paul Cannon

 

Paul,

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