“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
“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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“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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“When the wind blows the grass bends.” Confucius
Even In this Fierce Place I love the way the wind brushes the dry grass, and when I tread its tired winter youth it crackles like a fire, sending shards into the air, and not to wanting to be forgotten, it gifts me with burs and seeds to adorn my socks at once firmly attached for immortality, that cycle of life where it dies, yet it lives again, even in this fierce place of parched soil, and I take heart that shall rise again like a phoenix from the ash of this desiccated season. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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At dVerse Kim is hosting Haibun Monday, inviting us to to write about our sense of wonder. dVerse Poets – Haibun Monday
“I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order.” John Burroughs
To Feel Again
Here in this place there is a sense of hope. To feel nature making her own way with a lush offering is a sensual privilege, to see to touch, to feel, to taste. The divinest of lovers. She is there, waiting, unmarried, mistress to no one. Waiting for all to come and sit alongside her charming soothe.
There is life in this place like no other. Even in that rotting humous, especially there, there is an abundance of life bursting before my eyes. Even in the dry rustling carpet, tenants and squatters alike come to feast, to produce life and to surrender it.
This is a place to be, just that, to be, to feel again, to be me, to be one of, one with, this crowd. Here I can connect, be grounded once more.
Where the grass tree grows comes spring looking at me I fly like feathers ©Paul Vincent Cannon
“To me, every hour of the day and night is an unspeakably perfect miracle.” Walt Whitman
Most Perfect I pitched this tent some time ago, it was wherever I went, a home, of souling unity or fierce divide, as life is wont to provoke at whim it sometimes seems, but today was that day when all was smooth creamy vermillion, a tangerined exquisite joy and azure carolling, a hearts carillon of songbird treasures, my tent at once restored unblemished, the tuning fork as lightning released, today was that day, the most perfect day. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Sanaa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about November, which in the north is Autumn while in the south is Spring.
“Can words describe the fragrance of the very breath of spring?” Neltje Blanchan
Emerging Velvet cinnamon nights, swirl-tongued around feelings twined with gilt laden stubble in halo vested fields where warmth seeps into my bones, restoring the ravages of winter's scars once again, nested with feathered joy and such vaulted awakening as if chrysalis like, taking first breaths in a new scape novembered almost, but not quite as before, emerging adventitiously as no other. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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“From out of all the many particulars comes oneness, and out of oneness comes all the many particulars.” Heraclitus
Present I sat in paradox and watched my consolations wash through me as water runs through fingers in a nothingness of interiority, a mystical, infused experience that left me lighter and present to myself in the lee of my desire that once dark cloud now dispersed. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Mish at dVerse is hosting Open Link Night when we are invited to submit a poem of our choice. dVerse Poets – Open Link Night
“The night is more alive and more richly coloured than the day.” Vincent Van Gogh
In A Silence I love the quiet place where the trees meet the water and where the stars are welcomed as friends who speak in a silence felt marrow deep as they search my dark corners, lessening the dull concerns of days lost of light and take me once again colouring outside the lines of the narrow, and out, out beyond, to the potent throb of life that lives in the veins of my freedom. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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VJs Weekly Challenge – Stuff Happens
“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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When I was young my dad would always say, "Crystal, you can choose your attitude." One day I chose to believe him.
Think about it
Welkom op de blog van Discobar Bizar. Druk gerust wat op de andere knoppen ook, of lees het aangrijpende verhaal van Harry nu je hier bent. Welcome to the Discobar Bizar blog, feel free to push some of the other buttons, or to read the gripping story of Harry whilst you are here!
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