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Here I Am – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Stuff Happens

Photo: Sheoak sapling growing out of a rock. Leda Reserve, Wialki.

“In a mad world, only the mad are sane.” Akiro Kurosawa

Here I Am

Mine was the cinder path and
only later did my child's mind
see the darkness of the struggle
as a tree that never grows
straight as whipped by rain,
chastened by sleet and 
shaped by wind, all the while
deprived in repellent rock
lacking in goodness,
but here I am leaning into 
the wind, smiling at all
life's stuff.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Off The Rails – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – What A sight

Photo: Old rail line near Bonnie Rock

“Hope is like a road in the country; there was never a road, but when many people walk on it, the road comes into existence.” Lin Yutang

Off The Rails

What a sight this happenchance,
no more the corporate sea of
smoke and steam or voices echoing 
through this once vale of life in
this distant place of hardships
now erased as nature grips the
demons of steel by the throat,
all the while laughing at the thought
of progress in a place so fragile
where life so quickly goes
off the rails.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Fleeting – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.” Walt Whitman

Fleeting

It happened,
as I once noticed
while traversing a 
field or two or so,
that grass was fleeting,
it came and went
so momentary was 
this simple blanket
of springs joy,
its gloss soon enough
a desicated paper,
and in its brief passage,
there I stood. 

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Less Carefully – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: a road through the nature reserve Talgomine, near Nukarni.

“We meet ourselves time and again in a thousand disguises on the path of life.” Carl Jung

Less Carefully 

The soul of language
speaks my path into being as
I stand in my innermost self
seeking an image, words,
that I might transcend my
bolstered corner, that thwart
of life layered deeply,
that I might walk it
less carefully,
more with fiery blaze.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Again – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Daisies at Leda Nature Reserve, Wialki

“For a seed to achieve its greatest expression it much come completely undone.” Cynthia Occe





Again

In a moment, it seemed,
the daisies arrived,
bright, luminous and
alive in colour that 
lifted my heart,
I sat with them long
as they flourished until,
just as suddenly, 
they faded and died,
and I grieved their loss
wondering what it was 
I had forgotten,
but then, just as quickly,
I remembered,
they would rise again.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Juice – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Linda at dVerse has invited us to write a quadrille (44 words) on the subject of brambles. dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Brambles

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“The tastiest berries are often hidden. Do not despair if you haven’t found true love. Look under the leaves and branches of convention.” Khang Kijarro Nguyen

Juice

By sun's zenith we plunged on
filling our baskets brim,
our shirts stained and torn,
your cheek bleeding,
eyes smiling and lips fulsome;
by moon's zenith we plunge
into the juice of life with
sugar tongued, 
softly encrusted,
moist slices of
your blackberry pie.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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At Kaltukatjara – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse celebrates eight years of poetics and co-founder Brian Miller and host Grace have invited a poem that paints or creates a picture that we can see, smell, feel or hear. dVerse Poets – Poetics

At Kaltukatjara

The crisp morning air
hung with bacon
long consumed,
so too the brew
with joyous banter
and reveries of starlight,
while I wandered 
softly on the land
seeking space for 
thoughts that could
not surface in the fray,
yet made no sense 
in the silence,
only the fallen mallee
nuts made any effort
to speak into my day.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Note: Kaltukatjara known also as Docker River, Northern Territory. Wonderful to see the original indigenous names being used more and more these past years by government and traveller alike.

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Many Songs – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Theme Song

Photo: wikimedia commons – a male Splendid Wren

“Some birds are poets and sing all summer.” Henry David Thoreau

Many Songs

As the sun rises so too the 
many songs that theme the
changes of the hours,,
from the calling of the sun
to its setting down and 
sister moon of course,
the birds o'clock is sometimes 
welcome, sometimes not, 
depending on my mood,
but the best of theme songs
not ever so loud comes the
call as blue wrens dance 
the yard with shards of colur
and such happy sounds.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

That said, our theme song is an old hit from the 80s by the Aussie band Mental As Anything titled “If You Leave Me Can I come too?” 😊

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To Trace – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“A carefree letting go of oneself, not a caution, but a wise blindness.” Rainer Maria Rilke

To Trace

To trace the colours of feeling,
the very flowers of poetry,
through psychic fonts, those
heralds of incomplete meaning
interrupted only by exceptions,
the dispossession of intention
swallowed in the jouissance of hope
lurking in the shadow edge
of the sun's haunting and delicious 
space in that uncrowded halycon hour.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Beware, The Magpies Are Singing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Corvid – 2020 Weekly Challenge 13 (Final)

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“There are many rhymes about magpies, but none of them is very reliable because they are not the ones that the magpies know themselves.” Terry Pratchett

Beware, The Magpies Are Singing

Like the sound of a drunken black cockatoo,
the windmill squeaks its grinding rotation,
tail flapping in the breeze
which cools the sweated skin,
it's early, but it's hotter than hell,
a sinister augury of the day's endurance
that only cold beer will quell at its end,
right now the magpies are singing their song,
carolling their advent of spring's enterprise
and the need to stay out of their range,
for they've hatched a plot for a geography
they intend to defend.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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