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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.

┬ęPaul Vincent Cannon

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Of Kith And Kin – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Kin – Word of the Day

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Taken recently at the Bunbury Wetlands (Big Swamp), mother and children ­čÖé

 

Of Kith And Kin

Of kith and kin
and shared blood,
resembling much likeness,
yet only in the heart of hearts,
for all else is naught,
save for the love I have for all
living things,
kindred spirits
in this great adventure of life,
where all things are my cousins.

┬ęPaul Vincent Cannon

 

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An Uncommon Quiet

Burgeon – Word of the Day

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Lake Brown, near Nungarin.

An Uncommon Quiet

My peace is layered,
as silence expands into silence,
and my mind,
untroubled in this eden,
sits down to a quietude uncommon
most of the time.
But here it comes quickly,
and with a joy that is worth possessing
at great price,
though it cannot be bought,
only breathed,
embodied,
lived.

┬ęPaul Vincent Cannon

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Restorative Paths – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Roving – Word of the Day

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Augusta: part of the Cape to Cape Track, looking out over the Indian Ocean.

 

Restorative Paths

Slowly I register the pressure of days,
and count the weight of strictures and structures
that nurture my resentments
of expectations inbred,
and dreams no longer coloured,
rather, depleted in a monotone of surrender,
to a life once imagined,
and now corralled.
But then I shake the melancholy with vigour,
by setting out along new paths,
roads never travelled,
much less planned,
and yet, roads that hold me as
I weary and doubt,
roads that restore me and
where I rediscover my wholeness,
my readiness,
to reengage a life.

┬ęPaul Vincent Cannon

 

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This Escapade – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Escapade – Word of the Day

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Winter on the Blackwood River a few years ago.

This Escapade
The guilty pleasure of time stolen,
no one waiting or knowing,
with no appointed time to place us anywhere,
even Cronos wasn’t looking.
And so the world gently faded
as the river called us along
to sing its free-form song,
that together we would flow
and be yes to each other,
imperfectly complete,
and fully wondered.

┬ęPaul Vincent Cannon

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She Has A Thing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Granite – Word of the Day

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A wonderful piece of granite, neatly balanced, a sea of pink wildflowers in the background, Leda Reserve. Granite specifically refers to igneous rock, though it has been used to describe other forms of rock too. But granite is also used to describe character and personality – that a person might be determined or resolute.

 

She Has A Thing

She’s not entirely certain,
though she’s absolutely resolute,
determined to a fault,
some would say quite stubborn,
but I could never say that!
She just has a thing about paintings,
they must be hung just right,
so measure once,
then measure twice,
double check,
O no, more to the right,
hmm, let’s see,
Yes, that’s right,
okay, now drill,
and so it goes,
an ordered life.

┬ęPaul Vincent Cannon

 

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Living The Questions

Vacillate – word of the Day

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Straight ahead or turn left? (Frost’s poem comes to mind again┬áRobert Frost – The Road Not Taken┬á). In the end it may not, but then again it might be a good choice! If only I could decide. One of the many tracks to walk or ride in Borannup Forest.

“Love says ‘I am everything.’ Wisdom says ‘I am nothing.’ Between the two, my life flows.” ┬á ┬áNisargadatta Maharaj.

Living The Questions

As I sat and inhaled the morning’s brew,
I mused that not all was slings and arrows,
nor was there a troubled sea to ponder,
just a vague sense that the horizon was unclear
and that life really is a series of questions
rather than a series of decisions,
for decisions only lead to more questions,
and the cycle endlessly repeats.
I am more resolved to this now
than my younger self,
to sit with the tension between two points,
to savour, to weigh, to wait, to play.
The joy is in the anticipation,
s lovers would agree,
not always in the resolution.
As I sit sipping my morning brew
I recognise I’ve come to enjoy the pleasures
of perhaps, of maybe, or let’s wait and see,
to see all sides,
and to play all characters,
till my circle has enlarged,
and there is no singularity,
no monochrome,
in fact, no circle at all,
simply the experience of
the beauty and the vagaries of life,
and to live the questions.

┬ęPaul Vincent Cannon

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Southern Aurora Belle

Scintillating – Word of the Day

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Taken some time ago when I regularly visited the town of Esperance, the sun setting in the west, and dazzling the water and my lens with its light.

Southern Aurora Belle

At the telescope once, someone mused,
“Why is it so dark out there?”
“Well,” said I, knowingly,
“There’s simply less reflective matter, and
besides, most sources are many light years away.”
When you entered that crowded room,
dazzling, you lit up the whole place, an aurora,
but your smile was just for me.

┬ęPaul Vincent Cannon

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Voices In The Glade

Glade – Word of the Day

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One of my many photos of Borannup forest, the glade is just in front.

 

Voices In The Glade

So profound was my experience that day,
when I entered that glade,
and felt the place.
There I surrendered my adopted
sophisticated self,
returning to my true child,
dazzled by delights so simple,
humble, natural, and beautiful.
How could it be that the honeyeater,
a dew drop, that dry leaf, the spider,
a skink or two,
a rock,
could change the very core of me?
This I know,
I left that glade
knowing there was more than I,
an intricate flow of life
that spoke to me,
and, overcome,
without words
my soul ran over.

┬ęPaul Vincent Cannon

 

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Fleeting Soul

Quintessence – Word of the Day

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Spider Orchids: West Australian native orchids, Eastern Wheatbelt.

 

Fleeting Soul

Fleeting soul,
so delicate in this harsh and unforgiving soil.
that has spurned the paltry rains that dared to fall here.
The quintessence of beauty, shy, peeking out
midst the blackbutt and broken acacia,
dancing tween the rocks,
who could not love you?

┬ęPaul Vincent Cannon

 

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