dVerse celebrates eight years of poetics and co-founder Brian Miller and host Grace have invited a poem that paints or creates a picture that we can see, smell, feel or hear. dVerse Poets – Poetics
At Kaltukatjara The crisp morning air hung with bacon long consumed, so too the brew with joyous banter and reveries of starlight, while I wandered softly on the land seeking space for thoughts that could not surface in the fray, yet made no sense in the silence, only the fallen mallee nuts made any effort to speak into my day. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
Note: Kaltukatjara known also as Docker River, Northern Territory. Wonderful to see the original indigenous names being used more and more these past years by government and traveller alike.
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Yes, you tapped all the senses here!
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Thank you Sandy 🙂
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My pleasure, Paul.
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Loved the opening of this, you really have hit all the senses, and it took me to places I have experienced.
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So glad it was evocative in that way, thank you Heather 🙂
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You are welcome!
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Nice composition that fits rightly with the moment, a pleasant read! ~Jason
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Many thanks Jason.
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I love how you describe the moment both with the place and the company… and to walk in the company of a good breakfast already consumed makes the travel even better.
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Spoken like a veteran camper/hiker, thank you Bjorn for the resonance.
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Beautiful, Paul. Here in Tofino, too, the town is making an effort in signage to use the Tla-o-qui-aht names for landmarks…long overdue.
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That is great news, and thank you.
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Great moments in time…Food in the outdoors is so good. The space to reflect is much needed these days. This is a great line:
seeking space for
thoughts that could
not surface in the fray,
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I often feel the need to escape, so much noise in the burbs even in country towns, just to dream, reflect, sigh. Thank you Dwight.
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You are welcome!
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Absolutely beautiful and thought-provoking. What a lovely poem.
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Thank you so much Lucy.
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Oh, this is so beautiful! A feast for the senses… and “seeking space for thoughts that could not surface in the fray” – such marvellous lines. Thank you for sharing, it was a pleasure reading this.
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Thank you Miriam, so glad it spoke in that way, and thanks for sharing.
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everything is better with bacon. ha.
i have those days when nothing really comes. its usually the fray that brings it out more than the peace for me. though i do like a good siesta/breather when i can get it.
so is a mallee nut like an almond. i could not get a clear definition on google.
brian miller
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Depending on the variety, mallee, a eucalypt would have a slightly bigger nut than an almond. To be truthful, I like both the fray and the silence, they seem to work well together. Bacon on the trail is a must 🙂 and I agree with your words too about being loved.
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Bacon is good.
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Essential goodness. One of those words that is evocative.
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It certainly is.
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I love the smell of that crisp morning air. Thanks for joining us.
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A joy to be part of it, thank you Grace.
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Your poem evoked times spent at my aunt and uncle’s cabin in the woods–until I got to the mallee nuts. 😉
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🙂 as soon as that popped out I thought, only a few will know what a mallee is, but I’m glad that in the main it was evocative and worked. Thank you Liz.
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I did have to Google “mallee.” 😉
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🙂 Remember those days of card indexes and dewey?
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Indeed I do, as well as Library of Congress headings and the big orange books of English abstracts.
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Now just a couple of clicks. It used to be a whole body lugging experience, now its alll wrist and finger-tips.
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Even so, I could find what I needed more easily with the abstracts, the card catalog, and the stacks than wandering dazed and confused through EBSCOhost. Getting hits for sources I’ve excluded with limiters is really annoying.
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That would be annoying.
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This is such a beautiful sensory write!! 💝
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Thank you so much for sharing that, so glad it worked and spoke in that way.
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The crackling nuts can keep a secret very well..
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And just as well 😉 so good, thank you for that Lisa.
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🙂 You’re welcome anytime, Paul.
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Another beauftiful poem. Yes, its fantastic reading more and more indigenous names They are showing the real beauty too. Congrats to d’Verse, and you as an contributor too, Paul.
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Many thanks for those encouraging words and thoughtful response Michael.
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Thank you too, Paul! You are always bringing my brain working again. 😉
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😉
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Precious are those moments of silence on the land, increasingly more difficult to find in the cacophony of modern life. (Loved that smell of bacon)
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🙂 Thank you Beverly
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Thank you for sharing another great thoughts, Paul! Best wishes, Michael
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Thank you very much Michael, much appreciated.
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You took me back there with the words crafted in this poem evoking smells, feelings, sights and taste and mostly the connection with the earth in this place
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It sure was a great time, and sure does stick in the senses.
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Congratulations
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Many thanks for that.
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Nice!!
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Many thanks Shivi 🙂
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My pleasure 😊
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