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The One Road – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Roads

Photo: the Great Central Road looking north -east to Warakurna.

“He who knows others is clever, he who knows himself has discernment.” Lao Tzu

The One Road

I've often wondered as life goes on,
if there are as many journeys as there 
are roads to take and, how does one
discern a road when the road runs out 
and the map is somewhat confused?
To love and be loved, to let go and to 
go, to know and not know, and to be
less judging of the self, trusting the 
one road, the interior road that knows.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Some Need Fire – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Merril is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write using the word seed.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Seed

Photo: a shot from the Beelu National Park, Mundaring, this section was last control burned about three years ago, thee regrown understory is great to see.

“The heart is like a garden. It can grow compassion or fear, resentment or love. What seeds will you plant there?” Jack Kornfield

Some Need Fire

The magnitude of a seed is mostly 
only noticed in death, in dying it 
rises not once, but many times, 
some need humidity, or damp 
mixed with dark, some need fire
to release their souls, which makes
me wonder what nurtures me to grow.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Freedom To Dance – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Animal sanctuary at Flynn, Alice Springs, NT. wrens skittering along.

“Wrens are well known for picking up and leaving whenever they feel the need.” Bernadette King

The Freedom To Dance

Tiny, delicate, insignificant wrens,
skittering oblivious past our feet,
dancing, looking for crumbs

∽ of excitement leading to life ∼

which they unwittingly offer to us
through their significant testimony
to the freedom to dance into life.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Finally – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Jarrah Loops Trail, autumn.

“Delicious Autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.” George Eliot

Finally

Autumn finally arrived,
although it was already quietly
lurking in the corner of my eyes,
having slept in, ignoring summer's
alarm well past the expected,
slowly disrobing to bare limbs
and those austere, rosy tones,
precursors to winter's grey wilds,
and cosy, snug hibernation.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Thoughts On A Decomposition – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: found at diverosa.com – a dead kangaroo on the roadside.

“If my decomposing carcass helps nourish the roots of a juniper tree or the wings of a vulture – that is immortality enough for me.” Edward Abbey

Thoughts On A Decomposition

Still, as dead today,
hide glistening in the sun,
unmoved by summer's 
straight glare, no more to 
roam this land now laid on 
this roadside bier for all to 
mourn tomorrow, as the days 
are counted and flesh and 
blood decompose into the 
hungered soil where nothing 
is ever lost, even immortalised, 
in the great giving back.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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That Train – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Railway termini are our gates to the glorious and the unknown.” E. M. Forster

That Train

The train of creative questions pulled into the station,
disbursing openness and opportunity like spilt milk,
offering succour for those ready to drink its ideas
and embrace a future soon to be remembered.

disbursing oppenness and opportunity like spilt milk,
parting the mists of close indifference and fear,
and embrace a future soon to be remembered,
untelling the stories that limit and hold us prisoner.

Parting the mist of close indifference and fear,
to face the near reality our naked selves,
untelling the stories that limit and hold us prisoner,
knowing that love is unconditionally ours.

To face the near reality of our naked selves,
offering succour for those ready to drink its ideas,
knowing that love is unconditionally ours,
the train of creative questions pulled into the station.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Shooting The Breeze – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sanaa is hosting Poetics and exploring the poetic genre looking at the verse epistle.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Verse Epistle

Photo: found at businessinsider.com.au

“Once wealth and beauty are gone, there is always rural life.” Mason Cooley

Shooting The Breeze

Dear Jacko, it's been a while,
I do hope you and yours are well,
still fencing out dingoes I suppose,
last we spoke the windmill was like
the townies here, lost its bearings,
and fallen beyond the pale,
I wish I was out there with you,
chasing roos and watching twenty-eights,
eating wild plums and swimming at the 
water hole, instead I'm stuck here,
it's gone to shit what with all the
rules and vacuous fools, galahs, who 
run the place, oily bastards who bleed that
old disease of privilege built on plastic 
lies and unicorns, like we're entering
the promised land, but all we have is
alarm clocks, deadlines and rising costs
strewn down the asphalt of insane hope,
lost in the cobwebs of my mind. I'd love to 
go on a bit more but I must go mate,
I'll let you know when we're coming,
just so you can lock up the .22, I might
well cock the hammer and shoot the 
plasma screen. I can hear you laughing,
"Silly bugger", let's shoot the breeze
instead and, of course, some beers.
Well mate, must go, that's stirred me 
up no end.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Fire So Soft – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Softly the evening came with the sunset.” Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Fire So Soft

The sun, now tired, slowly
declined, but desired to paint
a masterpiece, brushing a glow
that kissed the river's silken skin
with fire so soft it burned beauty
into such a feeling where words
of meaning were meaningless,
could never be offered as pale 
praise and were quietly swallowed
in favour of receiving, knowing 
there was nothing I could add.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Need Never Be Answered – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Taken at Tnorala Nature Reserve near Gosses Bluff, Namatjira Drive, NT.

“Only from the heart can you touch the sky.” Rumi

Need Never Be Answered 

Did you nourish the moment in you,
have you understood the stir of the
east wind and caress of the indifferent 
ocean or touched the inestimable sky,
even when it darkens and the secret 
ceremonies draw us to sacred 
connection, keeping alive the questions
that live under our skin and need never
be answered, or we would silence our
deep quest and miss all that is present,
all that is wise, in the whispers of trees.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Fragments Of Delight – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: taken on the Jarrah Loop walk near Marranup Ford.

“It brought me to a new understanding of how, unless you’re connected with the land, you’re not really connected with yourself or the nation.” Joan Kirner

Fragments Of Delight

Aleatory fragments floating, spiralling,
dancing downwards as dry rain falling
softly, tenderly touching encounters
until resting, finally, alongs earth's way,
nature's carpet strewn together as
perfectly formed tapestries are, and
crackling underfoot as a gentle sonata,
releasing such a euphoria of eucalyptus 
to fill the senses as to be overcome,
and as I sat beneath it all marvelling,
my breath slowed, speeding my delight
in resting in this place, in this moment.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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