I wonder – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Prosery


Photo: the majestic Karri trees at Boranup.

The dVerse Prosery is hosted this week by Merril and the line to use is “These memories were left here with the trees.” from ‘How to Write a Poem in a Time of War.” by Jo Harjo. Using that line create a piece of prose of 144 words.


I Wonder

I wonder what happened here before I am. This one tree might speak of so much. But what might a forest speak? A grove of knowledge no cloud could carry, a living intelligence that pales Plato, or the vast paucity of philosophy. Each bole a reliquary of life’s passage, each annual ring a repository of a truth greater that the sum of what we call knowledge. O to be grounded in the strength of your heartwood and risk the sky, or to shelter in your caress and know love, to know what you know, to sup from your fount. Evanescent, history passes, held by your compassionate gaze. Of owls and wars, lovers and seasons, for each an ossuary caringly covered by your blankets and, until the one who knows as you know, that only love uncovers, these memories were left here with the trees.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com.


Filed under bush walking, challenge, Country, life, love, mindfulness, nature, prose

55 responses to “I wonder – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. Beautiful, as always, but I feel the same about trees.

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  2. This is wonderful. Very beautifully crafted

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  3. This is beautifully penned, Paul. It made me remember Joyce Kilmer’s poem about trees. 😉

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  4. Beautiful, poetic prose. We cannot appreciate our trees enough.

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  5. So thought provoking and wonder filled! Once again, you make me get out my dictionary. What a treasure trove of words.

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  6. Beautifully written. Tree our hoarder of memories.
    “of owls and wars, lovers and seasons, for each an ossuary caringly covered by your blankets “

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  7. I think we often wonder what stories have occurred under those elements of nature obviously aged.

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  8. I think perhaps they share some of what they know as the wind gently moves branches and rustles leaves. If only we could translate their whispers.

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  9. I think we need to become tree whisperers to understand their heartwood hum,

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  10. This resonates deeply. It captures the wonder and relationship with trees. I’m reading The Hidden Life of Trees by Peter Wohlleben!

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  11. poignantly beautiful prose and stunning shot!

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  12. Provokes thought of not only time passed by but also of current time.

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  13. A great reminiscence on the past, Paul! I always wondering about what the old trees must have seen over the decades and centuries. They are our testemonies or a future life too. Best wishes, Michael

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  14. Amy

    “these memories were left here with the trees.” — expressed so beautifully why some of us love to “read” trees.

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  15. Rob Kistner

    Excellent writing Paul ! Good use of the prompt line. Enjoyed reading this. Trees are the sentries, historuans, and philosophers of the planet. If only we were smart enough to understand them.

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  16. lync56

    Yes what a interesting line of thought – to consider what the trees hold in memories – amazing poem


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  17. A most lyrical reflection, Paul. I love trees, too. I think they must harbor many memories. Thank you for joining in.

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