“On this path let your heart be the guide.” Rumi
Am I am at the edge, beyond the vanishing horizon, where wave and shore become one and where sand lines are being effortlessly redrawn by those who are nowhere to be seen, though deep down I suspect they are real, forcing me to look closer at my ambivalence towards the world and know that I must draw my own lines, whose strands will never unravel in the face of the strange tides ahead. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
At dVerse Frank is hosting the Haibun with an invitation to write about winter.
dVerse Poets – Haibun – Winter
“In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.” William Blake
The Unfolding Hitchcockian howl growl winds push water into thunderous demolition of delicate sands, forever changing the face of this coastal scape. Plovers have retreated to the high dunes, gulls and terns have taken refuge. Tomorrow it will slow and the next day it will settle, but nothing will be the same. Every bruise irrevocably changes the fundamental fabric of this tapestry I look upon. Torn limbs and trunks strewn, the line of sand permanently altered, rocks covered or exposed. The singular delighting indulgence is to brave the aftermath and the cold and walk the littered beach of treasures, shells, driftwood, someones things, the sadness of a dead fish. The gulls scree once again, plovers skitter along and crabs scuttle as if nothing has happened. There is at once a horror and awe at the sheer force of it all, and in both there is the child's eyes. skies darkening low wind wraiths storm tender soft sands trinkets offered up
At dVerse Sarah is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write an Ekphrastic poem based on the art work of her late friend and painter Fay Collins.
dVerse :Poets – Poetics – Fay Collins Revisited
“There’s never an end for the sea.” Samuel Beckett
So Serene So serene, the gentleness of blue on blue, that old exchange between sea and sky speaking soft whispers to me, though energy pervades the horizon as clouds gather ready to bear change, might it, or might it not rain today or tomorrow, will the sound of wind cover everything to a deafness, and I cannot decide whether the foreground wall of rock entertains a break as gate or lure, but either way danger lurks, and yet, through it all Collins has kept a peace that holds in the languid seaweed floating in quiet confidence to which I feel invited. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
“One can be the master of what one does, but never of what one feels.” Gustave Flaubert
The Breaking Wave Standing on the shore of feeling, watching the horizon, waiting, being engulfed, thrust beyond in swirls of murky images, thrown beyond the foaming crest into the boiling current of deep inner turmoil, full of dangerous rips along jagged coral memories, finally resurfacing in the calm of the breaking wave. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
“To escape and sit quietly on the beach – that’s my idea of paradise.” Emilia Wickstead
I Relish the Rocks I do enjoy soft sand, and wading slowly in the shallows, but I relish more the rocks where I can perch like a gull and scuttle like a crab along crevices and nooks, pools of clear water, and weather beaten granite, watching the sea-weed waving to me, fish caught in tidal moments, sitting, waiting for release, the crabs braving daylight, and the sensation of water rushing in, receding down the rocks in tender, soothing wash. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
“The drops of rain make a hole in the stone, not by violence, but by oft falling.” Lucretius
Leaving Me Wondering Water loved you wet, bathing your roughened pain, revealing your inner smooth, toned, grain to my careful eyes of wander along your skin so warm holding the sun, nestled together against the tide of times, leaving me wondering how you knew to be here. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
“To find a seashell is to discover a world of imagination.” Michelle Held
The One Shore Thing I cling to rock as to precarious life, keeping my balance, holding the ocean inside, ever self-sufficient in the salted tides of existence, a veteran of wind and wave, I'm the one shore thing to be here in all the tomorrows of gulls and snapper, carrying the same four walls I was born with, ever expanding, just like my sense of the world around me, that I'm living in a great adventure one scrape at a time. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
“The learned who can explain the meaning of truth are not found everywhere.” Nagarjuna
Where The Water Caught Fire The one way, where dual binaries easily slip away unnoticed by the focussed heart, who looks for the now of now, an ecstasy of the soft underfoot, the heathed path shadowed by clouded greys above my thoughts of encompassing all that is, because it is, and embody the feelings that wash over me as words choke and desire wants to shout in this moment of encounter at this still point of interdependence, in the very place where the water caught fire and I became. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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“Resistance to change is always the biggest obstacle.” Chris Paine
Poured Out I am poured out, the lesser into the greater, past the static and the solid intrusions of the corners of my life that sit so comfortably in my way, but I go around the irrepressible moments that seek an ending, and surge on into the unspoken dream, that beckons more. Copyright 2021 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
At dVerse Mish is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to use the word or its forms – Smudge.
dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Smudge
“The land knows you, even when you are lost.” Robin Wall Kimmerer
As Before The wind pierced me so in beautiful ways, of which words fail in the telling; clouds painted the sky, touching your rays and I took them by the hand, knowing, as before, your joy would wash the earth and smudge my soul with gratitude. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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