Category Archives: bush walking

Solaced – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

IMG_2594.jpg

Photo: on the road to Jindalee, out bush among the mallee and mulga.

 

“And into the forest I go to lose my mind and find my soul.”  John Muir

Solaced

In those long brumous days when
my chest is wearied
and sorrowed
I dream of Maarla and Ooldea,
longing for that silent word
offered without guile
to flesh and feathered alike,
and held in the company of
such wisdom born of stillness,
a scintilla of self-acceptance
there, in that moment,
I am solaced,
whole.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Note: Maarla and Ooldea are types of Mallee. Mulga is Acacia.

21 Comments

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

Good Friends – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Purifying The Mind

IMG_0885.jpeg

Photo: The breakaway at Jindalee, so still and quiet.

 

“Since all is empty, all is possible.”  Nāgārjuna

Good Friends

I was a younger man then
when I wrestled the kraken of nemesism
and made friends with silence and stillness,
almost by accident it seemed
leaning on the strainer post
looking out across the paddock
at the sunset painting itself,
and everything melted
just fell away,
leaving me light of heart,
ever since
my friends have stayed the course
in various guises,
and wherever I am they are there
a welcome balm
for my cosmogyral mind.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

28 Comments

Filed under bush walking, Country, Farm, Free Verse, life, meditation, mindfulness, poem, quote, Uncategorized

There She Was – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse – Poetics – Temperature

bathtub_bare_young_beauliful_river_asia_cambodia_culture-1271078.jpg!d.jpeg

Photo: pxhere.com

“Licence my roving hands …”  John Donne

 

There She Was

Where paths lead,
the abiding question
niggling at my core,
river bend
or river pool stroll
and so it was,
waterhens idled
and the water was velvet
under the spell of lilies
those sirens of fertility,
and there she was
nymph arising,
my mantra
lead me not …,
failing,
bursting into flames as
her eyes called.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

34 Comments

Filed under bush walking, Country, Free Verse, love, poem, romance

Where I Am – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Solitude/Solitary – RDP Thursday

IMG_0877.jpeg

Photo: One of my favourite places, Jindalee, a true solitude as with many places in the centre.

“The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone.”  Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Where I Am

Can I really bear myself
in silent quarters close,
to shut the door of every noise
allowing my mind to freely wander
and not count the cost of clocks
or the doings of productive minds,
to surrender instead to a
productive nothing,
can I trust the silence that
brings me to myself,
can I be with me,
just me,
for wherever I am,
there solitude waits.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

49 Comments

Filed under bush walking, Country, Free Verse, life, meditation, mindfulness, poem, Spirituality

The Very Center – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Peace – RDP Saturday

IMG_0194.jpg

Photo: the Moore River at the rear of New Norcia monastery.

The Very Center

The trickster offers it with a flourish
bargained as something for our time,
but it came with Zyklon B
and piles of childrens shoes,
it was so eerie
but then,
evil takes your breath away,
it comes with napalm
cluster bombs
and starvation,
the guns eventually silenced
but there was no peace
not even in the cathedrals or temples
or the consumption of techniques
could I find it,
sure, I read a book or two,
met a guru,
sat with the sacred,
then the day dawned where
I saw peace in all its beauty,
where its friend stillness habited
the midst of the eye of my storm,
and the very center
was how I was
as much as where
never who,
but it helps to smell
the eucalypts and feel the sandstone,
touch the water,
and just sit
while the winds of life
rage all around me,
and there it is.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

28 Comments

Filed under bush walking, Country, Free Verse, life, mindfulness, nature, poem

The Lines They See – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Anomaly – VJs Weekly Challenge

th.jpeg

Photo: quotesgram.com

The Lines They See

I leaned against a friend the other day,
they shook their leaves in welcome
though it may have been the breeze,
and we looked out at all before us and
noticed how people seemed to love
variety and creativity,
yet lived stultified in a gridded lock
like a mangled paste tube
all squeezed out,
with nothing left but
lines to follow in fruitless purchase
of who knows what,
frowning on those who live outside
the lines they see,
not realising that the
irregularities they fear to indulge
are in truth,
the very life that nurtures.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

37 Comments

Filed under bush walking, challenge, Free Verse, life, mindfulness, poem

The Real Life – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Following – Word of the Day

compass-3072364_1280.jpg

Photo: pixabay.com

“But by the time you’ve worked long enough, hard enough, Real Life (which insists on being capitalised as if it were a personage with a proper name and a right to barge into this rental unit called your life) begins to reveal itself as something other than effort, other than accomplishment. Real Life wishes to be left to its own purposeless devices.”  Patricia Hampl  ‘The Art Of The Wasted Day’

 

The Real Life

I set a course some moons ago,
plains of windmill grass and dianellas
were simple pleasures,
creeks with flooded gums along blue grass banks and
granite outcrops boasting ghost gums pleased the eye
as much a solace as any company of kind,
while the hills challenged my humble frame,
just as human contact did at every turn
and over time I lost my way
as other, lesser things, intruded.
One day I heard the kookaburras laugh
and I took it personally,
what a fool this way travels they sang,
chastened, I quelled my madding mind,
and reset my compass heart
for deviations, tangents,
the real life.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

41 Comments

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

Bewitching Red – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Charming – Word of the Day

Hall_redridinghood.jpg

Photo: echoes-of-time.com

 

Bewitching Red

Bewitching
delectable creature,
there upon that forest trail
she left me moon eyed
and howling for more,
then, begging her leave,
claimed an appointment to keep,
whispering something
about her grandma
and an axe to grind.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

44 Comments

Filed under bush walking, poem, romance

Yet No – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Sanctuary – Word of the Day

IMG_0025.jpeg

Photo: Ormiston Gorge, West MacDonnell Ranges, NT.

Yet No

Calm, bucolic smells waft along the warming air
as birds flit and flurry in the vapoured light,
sandstone stout and stoic
holds water
better than any argument,
so quiet this pastorale
a place of beauty and refuge
midst the maddening world,
yet no true sanctuary
without you.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

37 Comments

Filed under bush walking, Country, Free Verse, life, mindfulness, poem, relationship

Too Many – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Unhappy

in-other-words-e1507862271109.jpg

S4300258.jpg

Photo: Lake Brown, just below Eaglestone Rock (Nungarin), just as the sun is setting, the moon visible. Lake Brown has always been a natural salt lake, but human impact has exacerbated the salinity and balance of the lake’s eco-system.

 

Too Many

I walked the lake around today and
said a prayer for the one tree who
had sighed its last lying in the midden
of our lust and sorrows, lachrymose,
I have said too many prayers of late.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

44 Comments

Filed under bush walking, Country, environment, Five Lines, Free Verse, nature, poem