Monthly Archives: January 2021

Whose Ripples Have Ceased – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Hardy Inlet Augusta

“Each of us is an artist of our days ….” John O’Donohue

Whose Ripples Have Ceased

The beginning of beginning,
completely life changing
which is no small thing,
becoming unstuck,
imagining what it would 
be like if we agreed and
pursuing a mind that sits
so still, like a lake whose 
ripples have ceased to come
and go, accepting all that
floats upon it yet owning
none of it.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Exhaling Hope – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image: the wallpaper.co A fractal – never ending and infinitely complex patterns that repeat across scales. They exist between our familiar dimensions.

“The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.” Martin Luther King Jr. (which he borrowed from Theodore Parker)

Exhaling Hope

Fractals of compassion,
microscopic beauty
clear to the naked eye in
the everyone journey of justice,
bending that arc and 
shortening its awaited time,
holding ourselves accountable
for neighbours of every 
living kind, that all might
breathe as we breathe,
inverting mindlessness,
exhaling hope.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Question – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse, Peter is hosting Meeting The Bar with an invitation to look at first lines – beginnings.

dVerse Poets – MTB – Beginnings

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“I seem to have run in a great circle, and met myself again on the starting line.” Jeanette Winterson

The Question

And, so it begins,
I buy myself in order to be myself,
that I might become a symbol of me,
some utopian project where stories 
abound with the courage of hopelessness,
and the maelstrom of warlords in my 
mind, private pathologies irrupting,
ever renewed, the punch line obscure
and, finally, the question,
how might it end.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Professional Liars – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Threes

Vj has invited us to succinctly write in threes, so either three words, or three lines of three words.

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“Politicians are the same all over. They promise to build a bridge even where there is no river.” Nikita Khrushchev

Professional Liars

Politicians,
disingenuous
liars.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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That I Might – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVersed Laura is hosting poetics with an invitation to think about endings, and, using an ending of a known poem to begin our own.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Beginning at the end

I have chosen “Call me to lie down in fragrance.” from the poem ‘Season of Lilac’ by Dave Margoshes

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“Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.” Zelda Fitzgerald

That I Might

Call me to lie down in fragrance
beyond where the wattle's spring
glow speaks of love immortal,
that I might rise impassioned
with a scent of all my tomorrows
vested in your every movement,
dance your fingers slowly upon me
that my life would spill over.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Blurred Horizon – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lisa is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) and inviting us to write using the word way.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Way

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“One’s destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things.” Henry Miller (and clearly riffing on Proust)

The Blurred Horizon

Putting our fingers in fires
we rolled down mountains
eagerly consuming ego paths
of reason and invitation,
traversing fences, leaping gates,
chasing balloons and butterflies
of promise while toasting sunsets,
weeping over mortality and pain,
there is only ever the blurred 
horizon of experience.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Theft Of Truth – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo” A statue of Captain James Cook stands in Sydney’s Hyde Park on August 25, 2017, as Prime Minister Malcolm Turnbull labelled calls to change colonial-era monuments and the date of Australia Day, in attempts to better reflect the country’s indigenous past, as a ‘Stalinist’ exercise in re-writing history. A cultural debate intensified this week when prominent indigenous commentator Stan Grant dubbed the inscription “Discovered this territory 1770”, on a Sydney statue of 18th century British explorer Capitan James Cook, a “damaging myth”. / AFP PHOTO / WILLIAM WEST

“But the fear and contempt for Aboriginal people and culture, which perpetuated the lie of “Terra Nullius” for more than two centuries, is deeply institutionalised and far from quashed.” Sharon Collins

The Theft Of Truth 

His brass visage looked out to the 
east without emotion or recognition,
his eyes were dead much like his 
vision of a world his own,
a sparrows nest of lies and 
make-believe, all self-possessed,
like a smug little advert offering
heaven for a pfennig on a Sunday,
wild claims of the miraculous
wrapped in manure and given to 
a king as proof of something not
his to give or own and denying life
as it was, overlooking history before
him and claiming it was all his for 
the taking, denying breath and blood
despite the very rich history of 
plus 40,000 years of occupation
by the very real and first among us
in Gondwana, you thief of life
and meaning and all who have 
worshipped at your feet, be
damned.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Note: Captain James Cook on an expedition navigated Australia’s east coast in 1770 which paved the way for British occupation. In 1776, January 26th Captain Arthur Phillip claimed sovereignty by the British crown over Australia. January 26th continues to be celebrated as “Australia Day” which remains a lie that denies the existence of Australia’s First Nations people. The High Court has ruled Terra Nullius” is indeed an obvious lie, but the process of undoing two centuries of entrenched racism is proving to be very difficult. While Cook contributed much to our understanding of the geography of the world, he also played his part in denying First Nation peoples their rightful place. Terra Nullius is Latin meaning “land belonging to no one.” Hence the lie.

Video: Midnight Oil feat. Jessica Mauboy and Tasman Keith “First Nation”

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Words Rained – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Some people feel the rain, others just get wet.” Roger Miller

Words Rained

Words rained down all around me
forming puddles along my path so I
took off my shoes and splashed about
in glimmers of feeling such that I 
floated up out of myself looking for
a sentence of emotion that might 
offer a beginning of understanding
of the life stored in my bones.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Fire So Soft – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Softly the evening came with the sunset.” Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Fire So Soft

The sun, now tired, slowly
declined, but desired to paint
a masterpiece, brushing a glow
that kissed the river's silken skin
with fire so soft it burned beauty
into such a feeling where words
of meaning were meaningless,
could never be offered as pale 
praise and were quietly swallowed
in favour of receiving, knowing 
there was nothing I could add.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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We Might – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: http://www.azeg,org an earth fissure in Arizona.

“The only journey is the one within.” Rainer Maria Rilke

We Might

We might have carved a fissure in our world
so fine that it seemed inconsequential 
in the dreams we held of plains and smoothness,
outside of time yet to be gathered.

So fine that it seemed inconsequential,
understood only in the loneliness of crowds,
outside of time yet to be gathered
with small gestures of compassion.

Understood only in the loneliness of crowds
where the silence is complete in the noise
with small gestures of compassion,
exploring every felt prospect of hope.

Where the silence is complete in the noise,
in the dreams we held of plains and smoothness,
exploring every felt prospect of hope,
we might have carved a fissure in our world.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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