Photo: Ngaanyatjarra (Giles) Western Australia
The occasional breeze flits
and plays with the leaves and grasses and
a symphony erupts complimented by the chorale
of honeyeaters, fantails and wood swallows and the like
who sing me a welcome to country.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under bush walking, Five Lines, Free Verse, nature, poem
dVerse Poets – Haibun Monday – That Picnic
Photo: parks.dpaw.wa.gov.au Walyunga National Park.
A short drive to Walyunga for early spring to see white water and take a trail walk. Backpacks filled with thermos, lunch, and picnic blanket. We find a quiet space and sit to wonder at the water flowing past and spring’s evidence everywhere.
Time was nature’s gift
inhibitions flew away,
heron were calling
Paul, pvcann.com
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Photo: pixabay.com
The dance began so long ago
it was yesterday as tomorrow,
effortless and light
carrying no weight,
they took their parts
and shared the load,
he was fleet of foot
and she was nimble,
but she carried the greater part
she carried the whole
the family sum
and he was all the lighter
with gratitude.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Free Verse, life, love, poem, relationship
That day that comes has come for Australia’s leading poet and cultural icon Les Murray who died at the age of 80, today 29.4.19, with 30 volumes of poetry to his credit.
Photo: pixabay.com
I looked back towards the horizon
and I measured by heart
the distance traveled,
once, I craved the everything beyond
devouring places in the wake of drive,
now I savour where I’ve been
and the who of many conversations,
we lost a few along the way
raising the tide with a tear or two,
days past there was no rest
we moored for little
yet, curious, we delved for a while,
more often on the move
we compassed the globe and tore about
even now we’re far from still
but the harbour is inviting now
where I desire to be moored,
with long tables
in languid time
where words are shared
and never consumed.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Note: warp can refer to the weave of a rope, but it can also mean the art of mooring a boat using rope.
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under beach, boats, Free Verse, life, poem
Photo: huffingtonpost.com
There’s a patina of despair
and everyone is jaded,
we’ve been bitten more that twice
by those we’ve elevated,
trust has flown the coop
while ideas cower in darkness
and those with tiny minds,
glove puppets of the bankers,
all come to my house
forever empty handed,
and lately I’ve been
looking for some lustre
but it’s lacking everywhere.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Economics, Free Verse, life, poetry
Video: Bunbury Wetland (erroneously called Big Swamp), a lone swan from one of the pairs of Black Swans. There were two cygnets hatched this year, a truly marvellous sight.
We put a fence round Eden with a biodome,
we’re saving seeds in Aleppo and London,
using less plastic
reducing emissions
cloning sheep of all possible things,
nature is stunning
a rich trove of beauty
yet late have we shut that door,
our destructive ways
speak like Narcissus in spades,
Mother is wounded
she’s on the run
with nowhere to turn
nowhere to go,
Nature is stunning
but mammon is pretty,
our bed is made.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under environment, Free Verse, grief, life, nature, poem
Photo: Rafael Souza – pexels.com
The hiss of
fifteen denier crossing
and that off the shoulder allure
hem an invitation,
ripe ruby red lips engorged
kisses only our eyes could feel
so lost were we in each other,
alas, alone again,
and O how I yearn for you tonight.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Photo: pixabay.com
“Growth for the sake of growth is the ideology of cancer.” Edward Abbey.
Adam’s spawn did play a game,
a nasty little game so spiteful,
turning the earth’s abundance
to a paucity
an economics of scarcity
to benefit the few and
starve the many,
for giggles did they
sup in full view
on the horn of plenty
thumbing their noses at death,
who smiled.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Economics, Free Verse, life, philosophy, poetry, politics, quote
Image provided (Arek Socha – pixabay.com)
To wear or not to wear,
damn that question,
or whether it is bolder to sail
in a sea of obsequious clothes
never asking.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
With apologies to W. Shakespeare 🙂
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Five Lines, Free Verse, Humour, life, poem
Judaism, work, life, poetry, etc. Not code for "single and looking". This is not a dating blog.
Facets of Life- Poetry, Writing, Literature, and Philosophy
Embracing imperfection with faith, flannel, & fresh air
Creativity meeting intrinsic memories
A community page for those inspired by nature.
Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
Relax! Let your eyes wander and quiet your mind with some visual therapy. A picture is always more than you can see. You will also find my own illustrations, animations and sometimes short stories. You never know what you will find so make sure to come back.
The Voice of Reclamation
"أملك من الذكاء ما يكفي لتدمير حياتي بنفسي"
Sharing the heart of our community
Judaism, work, life, poetry, etc. Not code for "single and looking". This is not a dating blog.
Facets of Life- Poetry, Writing, Literature, and Philosophy
Embracing imperfection with faith, flannel, & fresh air
Creativity meeting intrinsic memories
A community page for those inspired by nature.
Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
Relax! Let your eyes wander and quiet your mind with some visual therapy. A picture is always more than you can see. You will also find my own illustrations, animations and sometimes short stories. You never know what you will find so make sure to come back.
The Voice of Reclamation
"أملك من الذكاء ما يكفي لتدمير حياتي بنفسي"
Sharing the heart of our community
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