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The Lines They See – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Anomaly – VJs Weekly Challenge

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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

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The Real Life – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Following – Word of the Day

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“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

 

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Bewitching Red – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Charming – Word of the Day

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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

 

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Yet No – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Sanctuary – Word of the Day

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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

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Too Many – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Unhappy

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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

 

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Friends – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: Wandoo tress at Mt. Observation, Mundaring, W.A. just on the boundary between Northam and York. This forms part of the Wandoo National Park and forest reserve in the Darling Range.

 

Friends

The Wandoo tree touched me,
unselfishly
it sent a leaf
which spiralled from so high,
slowly descending
on the warm air
and finally,
unannounced
it caressed my cheek,
we were hardly close before
but in that moment
there was a knowing and
the Wandoo tree and I were friends.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Beginnings – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Road – RDP Sunday

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Photo: the Norseman – Hyden Road looking west.

Beginnings

Roads are like wounds upon the land
convenient scars
of destiny,
lines thrust into beauty
with crests of mystery
the rumble of corrugations
and puthering dust,
a testimony to repetition
memories of destinations
deep places of the heart,
my life has been roads
macadam and dirt
some once,
some thrice,
beginnings
and endings that
are just beginnings after all,
but some I”ll travel no more.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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When – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Delight – Word of the Day

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Photo: Watarrka National Park, NT.

 

When

When the day is perfect,
even when it’s not
and redemption is easy because
we rejoice in the ordinary,
when even elation falls short
of the truth before us
and extraordinary is
in the cracks we pass over,
the language of angels
could not speak this ecstasy,
silence is the better part
as the heart delights.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Her Gift Remains – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night – Journey With Me

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Photo: found at birdlife.org.au a female Splendid Fairy Wren (often colloquially called Blue Wren).

 

Her Gift Remains

 

Today’s first gift
flew close by me a
flutter of wings that
I felt before I saw her,
she came alongside
hopping from shrub to shrub
just ahead of me
watching, trilling,
as if heralding,
and, at last she waited
or so it seemed,
and as I drew level
she looked at me intently
and, as it were,
I’m certain she smiled
cocked her head
as if hello
then took her leave,
yet ever present
her gift remains.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Welcome – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Trip – Word of the Day

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Photo: Ngaanyatjarra (Giles) Western Australia

 

Welcome

The occasional breeze flits
and plays with the leaves and grasses and
a symphony erupts complimented by the chorale
of honeyeaters, fantails and wood swallows and the like
who sing me a welcome to country.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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