Photo: View of the car park at the foot of Bluff Knoll, taken from the half-way point through the lifting fog.
“To win the people, always cook them some savoury that pleases them.” Aristophanes, ‘The Knights’
Electile Dysfunction
Precipitation reigned raining
as damp held court and
mystery rose to the heavens
where nothing was said
and the veil remained
holding me without a vision,
moving slowly
not knowing which way to go
I ascended the mountain
trusting feet over eyes,
receiving pedestrian news
until,
finally,
the veil lifted cracked
and I caught
infinitesimal hope,
just down in the
bottom corner,
that the sun might yet
warm the heart
of this broken land.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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Interesting title.
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I like the poem and am befuddled by the title. Why do you call it Electile Dysfunction?
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I don’t really get the title either, but I love it lol.
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The disaster that befell after our federal election demonstrates a clear lack of will on the environment and refugees, disability, unemployment and a living wage. The thought that most Australians have been successfully indoctrinated by 21 years of negative politics.
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The poem is about the recent federal election here and the despondency for some of us that 21 years of negative indoctrination has succeeded in vowing the population by fear and offering treats, but no compassion for the environment or refugees, or other.
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Forgot the answer, electile is a play on the medical term erectile, merely to show that our nation is politically unthinking, again, many thanks.
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😊👍
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I’m wondering when hope might be realised in our political system.
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Good question, Paul. Perhaps when people are able to embrace a change in the system.
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Yes, seems that’s some way off, sadly, at least here 🙁
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Title led me in! Well, there’s certainly a lot of dysfunction in this land!
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Yes, everywhere we look, but yet I have hope, thank you Nava
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Love this poem. … feet trusting eyes … oh! So true about life … and like others intrigued about the title 🙂
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It’s a part lament for the election and a reinforcing that all the negative values of the past 21 yrs has eroded a political will to compassion, notably for refugees and the environment. The rhetoric of fear against refugees and the apathy towards the environment has been so successful it is astounding, but shows a further negative – that a large portion of the electorate are reactive rather than thoughtful.
Thank you Dawn for sharing and for asking 🙂
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This is a shared view. Disheartening doesn’t even come close. Very clever use of language as always!
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Many thanks Dawn, let’s hope for the future.
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I believe the pendulum does swing.
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Yes I hope it strikes some sense along the way.
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Rain as metaphor – the state of things is definitely dysfunctional. I read the title wrong the first time, lol – but now see it applies as well.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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I couldn’t resist – and thank you.
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Beautiful written, may the sun finally shine through
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Interesting poem
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Every three years 🙂
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