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Barometer Of Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Balmy – Word of the Day

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Taken looking west from Bunbury over the Indian Ocean, a truly balmy eve.

 

Barometer Of Love

Such a beautiful day
we iced the cake of it with sunset,
and strolled is view with desire,
while the humidity of our souls so moist,
overflowed.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Down-Payment – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Sequester – Word of the Day

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Windy Harbour, looking westward along the south coast.

Down-Payment

Slowly fast we went
and sequestered time,
and left the rush of real life,
where devices twitter perched on data trees,
and slamming doors and ring tones
signal anxious rush to drudge.
We put a down-payment on us,
and floated to the sea,
to taste the salt in the air,
to feel the sand between our toes,
to smell the wattle and friends,
make garlands of seaweed,
and listen to the wisdom of birds,
and wonder, is water the same
yesterday, today and tomorrow?
It was only a day,
but it felt like more,
and I feel younger now,
O to drown in that sea.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul,

pvcann.com

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Knowing

Fathom – Word of the Day

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Photo: pexels.com

 

Knowing

If I could kedge your mysterious depths,
that I might navigate safely,
the channels of emotion
that course our veins,
and so, not risk the reefs of disappointment
and wreckage of love.
To fathom your feelings,
to know for sure,
that I am yours.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Note: Kedging is the old art of guiding a sailing ship into bays and channels using a longboat to row ahead and plot a safe course and drop an anchor allowing the ship to pull itself against the anchor and move the course safely. It helped many a tall ship avoid running aground, or hitting a reef. The method is also used to rescue ships that ran aground, technically using the anchor as a lever to pull against, thus setting the ship free.

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Paul,

pvcann.com

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Precarious Soul

Rash – Word of the Day

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Photo: times highereducation.com

 

 

Precarious Soul

The storm raged all night in my heart,
and it felt as if the very breath of me
had escaped as if a deflated balloon.
And I stood on the precipice of rejection,
the cracks in my soul so precarious
I might fall into myself.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

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The SS Integrity Adrift

Rectitude – Word of the Day

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Photo: http://www.dailymail.co.uk

Four Mexican fishermen who were adrift for one month, rescued by Mexican navy 1,200 miles from their planned route.

 

The SS Integrity Adrift

Eagerly we motored out and pushed beyond the heads,
to way past any sight of land,
to where the fish are known.
At some point,
too early,
the light became constrained.
As darkness pressed our souls,
confused,
we turned for home.
And if that wasn’t enough,
someone said in panicked tone
“We’re taking water now.”
And so began committee time,
clause by clause a values game,
what should we throw out?
So went the rods and then the bait,
a tackle box or two.
desperately  we ate our lunch
and skulled the beer down,
whatever helped us float.
Eventually we plugged the hole and bailed dry,
but now which way to go?
“Dunno mate” larconically said,
“We’ve thrown the compass out.”
We took turns to steer the night
so sleep could claim a few.
But when at last the sun appeared
despair set in,
home was nowhere near.
To make it worse the fuel ran out,
but at least the shore was close.
We paddled hard with all our might,
the current pushing hard,
though hard we tried the boat gave up,
and land was passing by.
Tired now,
our hearts and boat are one.
But to understand what’s happened here
you’ll have to catch my drift.

©Paul Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

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Wooden Bream

Awkward – Word of the Day

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Now that’s definitely awkward! Augusta tour boat jetty, with the Blackwood River riding high after heavy winter rains.

 

Wooden Bream

The evening light is dim,
and the tide betwixt,
swash, swash, swash,
lapping the timber sides
in rhythmic beat.
There’s a sole light with courting moths,
and shadows are moving about.
It’s deeper further along,
and the pros are casting there.
We’re at the shallow end,
the beginners place.
I set my rod,
the rig is ready,
bait set and the line is cast.
Then in it comes,
zzzzzzzzzzzz
an angler’s hazzard appears,
an inedible blowie.
Father demands a turn,
the rig is ready,
bait set and the line is cast,
and then it strains,
his excitement mounts.
He yells, “I’ve got one!”
The pros all turn,
“this must be good.”
But I cut the line,
his catch is inedible too,
a wooden bream.
“Dad, you’ve hooked the jetty.”

©Paul Cannon

This poem is a true story, one of my childhood memories. Black Bream is species of fish found in the Swan river, it is said that they are cunning and wily and hard to catch.

 

Paul,
pvcann.com

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Watching The Tide Roll Away

Chill Out – Photo Prompt

 

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The Famous Five chill out? Though I thought I heard them singing, “… watching the tide roll away …”  Walking the Blackwood on a rainy day.

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Siren of the Bay

Enticing – Word of the Day

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‘Woman On The Beach’  found at http://www.imgkid.com

Siren Of The Bay

The sun strikes noon
as my feet turn in the warm, gritty sand.
I pick up my towel,
my skin blessed with salt,
and brush it down.

I wander back, retracing the shore,
the boistrous crowds behind.
Gulls screeching, fighting over scraps.
The breeze surrendered,
waves languid.

Such a glorious idyl,
The horizon a shimmering mirage.
Silence, alone, in my head.
Wrestling with demons,
hoping for angels.

I stumble,
looking up to see if anyone saw,
your movement caught my eye.
You smiled, open, enticing, sparkling,
siren of the bay.

In a heart beat I ponder.
Should I say something, respond?
He sits up next to you, wondering,
my ardour vacates and I wander on,
hoping for angels.

©Paul Cannon

 

Paul,
pvcann.com

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We Can Too!

Potential – Word of the Day

Redgate Beach, south of Margaret River. The beach was closed yesterday, in fact, I couldn’t even see it. The winds were gale force earlier in the day, and still strong in the afternoon, whipping the water in to shore, and making it difficult to keep a steady hand for filming. The western shore contains a variety of examples of rock formations that have been weathered by waves, and when you see the power of the water, it is no wonder.

Water is powerful, and in many ways. Wave power as an idea, a theory, has been around for years, though one the earliest attempts is still recent – Scotland, 1991. The long history of shipping has relied on water, and has also suffered from the volatility of storms at sea. The same can be said for the fishing industry, tourism, military purpose, exploration and more. Rivers and other sources of land based water have been critical for the survival of all species. Plants and animals vary as to percentage but all have a foundational volume of water that constitutes their being. Science has variably said that water is 80% of the human body, I say variably because others say it is even higher.

Water is fundamental for survival, dehydration is deadly for any species. And water, though abused by, is also fundamental to industry and manufacturing at every level. We know the absence of water contributes to desertification, and evidence from other planets shows that lack of water equals lack of life.

The potential of water goes back to the dawn of time, and onwards to the floating gardens of the Aztecs, Roman baths and aqueducts, the farming of rice, fish farming, reticulated agriculture, and the generation of electricity (hydro-power).

With climate change as a reality, even fiction, like the post apocalyptic story of Waterworld, seems less far fetched than when it hit the cinemas in 1994. Water is seen as part of our daily survival need, but also part of our future as once again, floating gardens, floating communities, hydroponics, aquaculture, and responses to climate problems like flooding, see Practical Action    have become exciting options for ways forward.

And yet, we are far more diverse than water. The human is complex, and, beyond the primitive brain, unique in brain capacity for problem solving, design, learning, creating, conceptualising, and comprehension, to name a few potentials. We too can be a positive power in the world, veritable tsunamis of ideas, science, engineering, chemistry, the arts, and more. We too generate energy. And we have the potential to creatively solve the issues before us.

We can contribute to life, we are powerful, we can be creative, eroding and wearing down the barriers and the negatives, shaping and sustaining life and potential worlds and communities,  we too are fundamental to nature though by good or ill, depending on how we value nature. We have the potential to turn around the whole climate change issue. Like water, we have to pool, pond, and gather together to get it done. Even the formation of water, hydrogen and oxygen is a metaphor for working together to achieve an outcome. One drop of water is just one drop of water, but many drops are potential, are power, resource, possibility, together we are an ocean of potential.

The ground was hard
many seeds to be planted
neighbours helping

©Paul Cannon


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Our Peregrinations

Amble – Word of the Day

Amble On …

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Deepdene, between Hamelin Bay and the Augusta lighthouse, the water worn rock is a fabulous site as you come around the bend on the Cape to Cape Track.

 

 

Our Peregrinations

Once you said we should go
out beyond the cliffs,
down to the beach
and restore our senses.

We strolled,
clambered,
seeking.
All the while rejoicing.

We dared to tread seaweed
al dente, or crisp.
Feasted on moist salt air,
and drank in the shimmer of the sea.

We skirted the edges of foamy wash,
then paddled,
immersing,
retreating once again.

We laughed,
we traded soul.
Invited to each other,
surrendered.

That afternoon along the shore
we navigated love,
immersing, never retreating,
washed, found, and whole.

©Paul Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

 

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