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“Even the sun directs our gaze away from itself and to the life illumined by it.” Eberhard Arnold
The sun is just the sun
so far as the eyes are concerned
until the sun meets
horizon or cloud,
and every hue erupts,
bathing hearts with flutter,
even more so when the
sun meets your hair
offering highlights and
directing my gaze
to you.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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“A girl in a bikini is like having a loaded pistol on your coffee table – there’s nothing wrong with them, but it’s hard to stop thinking about it.” Garrison Keillor
When your skimpy two-piece became one,
I counted your thirty-three vertebrae
with my sensitive fingers,
so carefully I traced
from C-1 to L-5
and, holding my breath
I pressed on to S-4
where I felt my heart
increasingly spinning.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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“Never give up for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.” Harriet Beecher Stowe
At five the shore was long,
as long as it would ever be today
or any other day,
and I had not taken the time to
remember this nor to ponder
that it it might remain so,
that the tide might not come back
today or any other day,
that the sand should be divorced,
she the grieving widow
uncovered by her beloved
exposed and bereft,
her tears captive to the sun,
but the moon played her trick
and covered the shore once again,
I left with joy in my heart
knowing that all the tears were gathered.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under beach, environment, Free Verse, life, mindfulness, nature, poem, quote
Photo: Hardy Inlet, Blackwood River, three pelicans in the shallows.
“Many pelicans fish by swimming in cooperative groups …” National Geographic
Just a grey October day where
the river reflects its sky so well,
a flash of white dazzles on the
far eastern shoreline
a painter’s bold smudge,
the air murmurs but doesn’t move,
gulls and terns circle and pass,
suddenly the daub of paint moves
and catches my eye,
five birds take to the sky
thermal surfers wheeling and circling,
soon five more, and another,
till forty pelicans align in a
grace that belies their size
and somehow the world seems
to be a better place.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under beach, bush walking, Free Verse, life, nature, poem
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“It is a mathematical fact that the casting of this pebble from my hand alters the centre of gravity of the universe.” Thomas Carlyle
Have you ever stood and pondered a pebble
on riverbank or seashore,
to know that a conglomerate surrendered it so
by water and by wind,
that oneness can give an abundance
and nothing is alone or insignificant,
to think that such a small thing
can be a giant killer,
a game changer,
gravity mover,
disturber of peace,
a garden of delight,
pity the one who doesn’t ponder a pebble.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under beach, Free Verse, life, poem, quote
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When I have whelved all my thoughts to the
point that I dwell in anomia
I go to the edge to listen to the wind calling,
while the water caresses,
and I remember your laughter.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under beach, challenge, Five Lines, Free Verse, life, love, poem
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I looked back towards the horizon
and I measured by heart
the distance traveled,
once, I craved the everything beyond
devouring places in the wake of drive,
now I savour where I’ve been
and the who of many conversations,
we lost a few along the way
raising the tide with a tear or two,
days past there was no rest
we moored for little
yet, curious, we delved for a while,
more often on the move
we compassed the globe and tore about
even now we’re far from still
but the harbour is inviting now
where I desire to be moored,
with long tables
in languid time
where words are shared
and never consumed.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Note: warp can refer to the weave of a rope, but it can also mean the art of mooring a boat using rope.
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Filed under beach, boats, Free Verse, life, poem
Taken looking west from Bunbury over the Indian Ocean, a truly balmy eve.
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
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Filed under beach, Five Lines, Free Verse, love, poem
Windy Harbour, looking westward along the south coast.
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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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.
Paul,
pvcann.com
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Why search for logic in everything?
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''A rabbit hole is a metaphor for something that transports someone into a wonderfully (or troublingly) surreal state or situation''.
I’m an avid movie-goer, enthusiastic blogger, and a full-time law student on the side. Bit of a nerd. Embarrassingly romantic, lol. General cinephile.
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confessions are self-serving
Life, with my dogs, living on one acre in Tasmania. Living on a low income, and with Complex PTSD. I write about all sorts of things. I called my Blog Echidna Home because I have echidnas that live here
Photographer turned artist.
