Monthly Archives: June 2021

Shaped By The Sea – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Segment of the dunes where Elllensbrook meets the Indian Ocean.

“Looking at beauty in the world, is the first step of purifying the mind.” Amit Ray

Shaped By The Sea

Naked you are upon this open shore,
exposed as honest cracks and crags,
a weary bulwark against the mighty sea,

∽ even so, what rugged beauty emanates ∼

from this garden shaped by the sea,
sparse and roughly tendered delight,
perfectly textured for all to see.


Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®

6 Comments

Filed under beach, bush walking, Country, environment, nature, poem, Puente, quote

Magpies Notice – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo by Clay Banks on Unsplash



“I don’t have to chase extraordinary moments to find happiness – it’s right in front of me if I’m paying attention and practicing gratitude.” Brene Brown

Magpies Notice

Today, 
I watched the magpies 
who speak loudly, lyrically,
not often, when necessary,
preferring to tilt their heads
listening intently to the earth,
the clouds, choirs of frogs on
this alleluia morning when the 
damsel fly comes near. Magpies 
notice, they see how the cosmos 
moves slant in a straightened world.

Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®

16 Comments

Filed under awareness, Free Verse, life, nature, poem, quote

Swallowing Whole – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: images.wisegeek.com

“Violating human rights is integral to the project of neoliberalism ….” Arundhati Roy

Swallowing Whole

I'm bemused that so many people are fooled,
swallowing whole the telegenic performances
given by those who consume our lives
before they ultimately consume themselves.

Swallowing whole the telegenic performances,
so disingenuously masked by the greedsters 
before they ultimately consume themselves
on the vain, rude altar of corporate sacrifice.

So disingenuously masked by the greedsters,
opiate bait for the masses to be offered 
on the vain, rude altar of corporate sacrifice,
hoping for meaning among future generations.

Opiate bait for the masses to be offered,
given by those who consume our lives,
hoping for meaning among future generations,
I'm bemused that so many people are fooled.

Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®

22 Comments

Filed under Economics, injustice, life, Pantoum, philosophy, poem, quote

Communion – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Lillian is hosting Open Link Night the night we post our own choice of poem.

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

Photo by Clay Banks on Unsplash

“Coffee is a kind of magic you can drink.” Catherynne M. Valente

Communion

I held that mug and treasured the thought
of it and, knowing I would sip, I held off
so that the liminal feeling would linger
longer, letting the feelings arise and 
anticipation build to this sacred moment,
the scent of a coffee, the swirl, the steam,
should never be rushed or taken lightly,
for it will never be repeated, no one sip is
the same as another, and the first, well the 
first is a ritual of exquisite religion within
the temple of my senses.

Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®

43 Comments

Filed under Free Verse, life, passion, poem, quote

The Moment Has Not Arrived – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: found at psychologytoday.com

“We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us.” Joseph Campbell

The Moment Has Not Arrived

Have you thought about the pivot, 
that moment you told yourself that
the future would recommence at  a
convenient self-determined time
suitable to moi, yet somehow,
involving the globe in a massive 
transaction of giving to just your
simple agenda of returning to 
something familiar. The moment 
has not arrived, and here we are,
waiting, poised, exhausted, not
knowing, and yet we are alive
even as we pivot, hoping, waiting,
for how it was.

Copyright 2021  ©Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®

19 Comments

Filed under awareness, Free Verse, life, poem, quote

The Unknown – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Tricia has invited us to write about risk. dVerse Poets – Poetics – Take a risk

Photo: Cape Leeuwin, more than a couple of wrecks out there in the reef and rocks.

“Only those those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far they can go.” T.S. Eliot

The Unknown

If I remain as I am the
boat will sail without me,
past the shallows I wade in,
near the reef I have only
transcended in my wintry 
dreams, uncertain of the 
clearance  of my keel which 
has kept me even for so long,
and now, looking at the vast
horizon with anticipation,
knowing that I risk more by
not plunging into the unknown.

Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®

57 Comments

Filed under awareness, dreams, Free Verse, life, passion, poem, quote

Leaving Regret – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Merril is hosting Prosery (up tp 144 words) using a line from the poem ‘A Map to The Next World.’ by Jo Harjo

dVerse Poets – Prosery

The line is: “Crucial to finding the way is this: there is no beginning or end.”

Photo: found at huffpost.com

“If you aren’t in the moment, you are either looking forward to uncertainty, or back to pain and regret.” Jim Carrey

Leaving Regret 

Regret, that yearning to grasp at something that slipped away, some long buried treasure 
like a skill or passion, a friendship, an opportunity, the "only if I'd" .... the voice 
that says you could have done that, you would have been set for life, if only you had or 
hadn't, whatever that may mean.

So strange that we live in anxious competition for the perfect life and yet, ironically, 
risk missing life altogether. The past is a mixture of joy and sorrow, but either way it 
can hold us prisoner, while the future is always possible, yet for some, full of worry. 
Life for me is circular, and in a circular world crucial to finding the way is this: there 
is no beginning or end, life is not a race along linear lines of achievement or loss, there
is no pennant only life itself.

Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®

42 Comments

Filed under life, mindfulness, prose, quote

Some Say – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: found on conferencecall.co.uk

“The difference between technology and slavery is that the salves are fully aware that hey are not free.” Nassim Nicholas Taleb

Some Say

Some say it occurs in countless forms unimaginable,
the extension of the mind to an attention of everything,
an exponential blossoming deficit of all as nothing,
s/he grandstanding on every rotunda platform of like.

The extension of the mind to an attention of everything,
ephemeral pathologies for the terminally oriented world,
s/he grandstanding on every rotunda platform of like,
an absurd macabre darkly portending trite delights.

Ephemeral pathologies for the terminally oriented world,
distractions of division to appease the mindlessness,
an absurd macabre darkly portending trite delights,
offerings of cheap apologetics dumbing downwards.

Distractions of division to appease the mindlessness,
and exponential blossoming deficit of all as nothing,
offerings of cheap apologetics dumbing downwards,
some say it occurs in countless forms unimaginable. 

Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®

27 Comments

Filed under life, mindfulness, Pantoum, poem, quote

Invited Here – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Video: predominantly Sheoak (Allocausuarina) section at Paull’s Valley, several birds calling out.


“Birds are a miracle because they prove to us there is a finer, simpler state of being which we may strive to attain.” Doug Coupland

Invited Here

Ornithic conversations float 
through and gently interrupt the
otherwise prophetic silence of 
the sheoak grove whose carpets
hush every footfall and falling leaf,
so that the oratorio is central to
all who are adopted, invited here
as kin for just this one divine
moment of meaning being sung 
back to us.

Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®

31 Comments

Filed under awareness, bush walking, Country, ecology, Free Verse, life, nature, poem, quote

The Choice – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo by Jan Tinneberg on Unsplash

“The still point of the turning world. Neither from nor towards, neither arrest nor movement ….” T.S. Eliot

The Choice

If I stand here,
where do I stand when this
place is between one thing and another,
if the choice is between two sources of
happiness can I be happy between or,
must I choose the not between and,
having chosen, will I be filled with regret,
being accused by that not chosen or,
will I take refuge in the moment?

Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
All Rights Reserved ®

30 Comments

Filed under Free Verse, life, mindfulness, poem, quote