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And Bags – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Baggage – RDP Friday

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Photo: abcb.gov.au

 

“Just because you have baggage doesn’t mean you have to lug it around”  Richie Norton.

 

And Bags

Sometimes,
I do go back to those days,
of dusty sheds with oily tractors
and bags of grain,
the smell of rust and diesel
pungent phosphate, O
those poor broken saws,
musty canvas,
the bale loader which made us slave,
and wrestling with rams
as we fleeced them.
Endless days of heavy lifting,
good clean muscling
and nights of easy sleep,
but nothing like days of heavy bearing,
where the heart is loaded,
carrying a lifetime of feelings,
that can never be weighed,
but which need tender love
that they might ever be lifted.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Desire – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Goal – Word of the Day

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Photo: pixabay.com

 

Desire

The ageless dance,
an inner landscape of desire
so difficult to articulate,
but which can be spoken by other means,
a language so sensual the soul sings,
and if enunciated carefully,
whole worlds become transparent,
as we discovered,
while the daisies smiled over us.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Endless – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Infinity – Word of the Day

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Buzz Lightyear might have said about the outback, “To infinity and beyond.” It certainly stretches out on the Great Central Road. This photo – on the way to Warakurna.

Endless

Perhaps love can be likened to an outback road
that stretches out endlessly,
beckoning discovery and adventure,
where nothing is fixed,
where bends and rises amplify curiosity,
and horizons become goals,
some never reached,
but always dreamed,
always held,
as the road leads ever on.
Perhaps love, like and outback road,
is endless, beckoning,
dreamed,
and held.

©Paul 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 Robert Frost – The Road Not Taken ). 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.”    Nisargadatta 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.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul,

pvcann.com

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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.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul,

pvcann.com

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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.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

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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?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

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Country Jaunt

Jaunty – Word of the Day

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Base camp in the Stirlings, such a fun time.

 

Country Jaunt

I sense no grief in leaving the city,
my stress melts as country arrives,
as bitumen gives way to gravel,
as houses surrender to trees,
even the rain is welcome out here.
We make do,
we don’t do,
we do what we want to do,
carefree for days.
Only the sound of the fire intrudes
as we toast the moon,
and utensils give way to reverie
then thoughts of the morrow.
And as we must, one day soon,
take our leave of ancient friends,
I sense a deep sorrow in my going.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

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The Dragon

Enthralling – Word of the Day

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Last week we spent a couple of days on the wildflower run, and at Leda Reserve, apart from the stunning array of flowers I was enthralled with this gem as well, a gargoyle perched on a rock – can you see it too? This one was clearly sent to protect Leda.

 

The Dragon

La Gargouille, terror of Rouen,
you lost your head When Romanus made the sign,
and now you sit in judgement of your kin,
though, instead of fire, you spout water,
La Gargouille, protector of Rouen.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

 

Note: Gargoyles date back to ancient Egypt, but the term gargoyle comes from the dragon slaying story of c. 600 AD where the priest Romanus captures the Dragon –  La Gargouille, which was terrorising the town of Rouen, and the villagers cut off its head and burn it at the stake. However the head wouldn’t burn, so instead they place Gargouille’s head on the church to ward off evil and warn other dragons to stay away.

Paul,

pvcann.com

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The Morning Ritual

Rubric – Word of the Day

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The Morning Ritual

It was the same every morning,
he raked the coals
and urged the kettle on.
Forlorn the stained enamel mug waited
for the sacrament of tea,
as he washed over the basin,
knowing the day ahead.
the exact times of fences and sheep.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

pvann.com

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