Photo: north of Laverton.
“Loneliness can be conquered only by those who can bear solitude.” Paul Tillich
I craved the silence
until it crashed hard against me,
leaving me breathless for more,
wanting to run from the precipice
of that dance of paradox,
wanting not wanting,
having, resisting,
taking a leap,
being caught up by those
non-existent arms,
cradled against the lonely,
held within the chaos,
safe in my uncertainty.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under bush walking, Country, Free Verse, life, nature, poem, psychology, quote
Photo: Flat Rock, along the Blackwood River.
“Your sacred space is where you can find yourself over and over again.” Joseph Campbell
The fruit of adolescence recaptured
that old reckless abandon,
a fearless letting go returned
as I came across the first stone,
I was moved, overcome, and I cast
myself upon the sweet-smelling earth,
kicking off my shoes in a Moses moment,
daring to touch this sacred ground
the very core of me.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Photo: at the back of Tamma Park, Merredin. Sun shining through the rain clouds.
“The most precious light is the one that visits you in your darkest hour!” Mehemet Murat Ildan
I saw her lips move
but no sound evolved
her eyes stone cold
in her heavy void,
that inner world
of the paper house
waiting to be torched
in a celebration of survival,
a rising beyond the
everyday ordeals,
nightmares,
but a lock is always an invitation,
so I ventured to speak a simple hope,
that we might just find a summer
in the midst of our winter.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com.
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dVerse Poets – Open Link Night
Grace at dVerse is hosting Open Link Night, the night we contribute a poem without a prompt.
Photo: Lake Ballard, near Menzies
“I dwell in possibility.” Emily Dickinson
In the midst of hostility
where the dry arid ground
desired to earth my bones
and break my roots,
there I conquered my fear,
that petty thief,
taking shelter in myself,
living into the
trace of thoughts embodied
in my ordeal of solitude,
paying attention to the
emerging, shimmering, horizon,
beckoning,
smiling.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under bush walking, Country, Free Verse, life, mindfulness, nature, poem, quote
Photo: wallpaperup.com
“Honour women! They entwine and weave heavenly roses in our earthly life.” Friedrich Schiller
Suppine,
arched,
short breaths,
ragged,
slowing,
dissipates,
assuaged,
and the moment passes,
though your eyes
offer playback,
you,
my drug of choice,
and as much as I might try,
you’re the habit
I can’t,
don’t want to
kick.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Country, Free Verse, life, love, poem, psychology, Published, quote, Sex
Photo: Ngaanyatjarrah, north-east of Giles weather station.
“All my life, following care along the dusty road, have I looked back on loveliness and sighed.” Edna St. Vincent Millay
The road sat quietly on the plain
accentuating the unhiddenness of distance,
an intimacy exposed for what it is,
while trees, as ever, swept the verge
and the moon and sun cared for our steps,
but never for our direction,
just as Alice found,
it mattered nothing,
except in the going.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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dVerse Poets – Poetics – To Be A Flower
Linda at dVerse has invited us to write a poem about ourselves as a flower, what flower we do we most identify with? I have chosen a Spider Orchid.
Photo: One of the several types of Spider Orchid found in Western Australia, Leda Reserve, 2018.
“The orchids grow in the woods and they let out their fragrance even if there is no one around to appreciate it.” Confucius
Parched,
waiting for the sky to cry
and relieve my desiccated bones,
my rice paper skin,
a tenuous life in
an abundance of aridity,
the land of implausible possibility
where nature threatens its own
fragile existence so that
it won’t be disappointed
should its seed never smile
and celebrate a dawn,
yet here I am,
today, perhaps tomorrow,
a glorious struggle,
full of my colour
in a shred of life.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under bush walking, Country, environment, Free Verse, life, mindfulness, nature, poem, quote
VJs Weekly Challenge – Whisper
Photo: pixabay.com
“There is a road from the eye to the heart that does not go through the intellect.” G.K. Chesterton
Down he went for there was a road
and roads must be wandered
no matter the cost,
because roads whisper
so many things of love and life,
not least the mystery of other,
the inexplicable unnamed love,
that gaze of sun and moon,
and to contend with every
bend and slope and not
be curbed in any way,
just to listen in himself,
to embody the resonance of
every breath the road
would give in wisdom.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under bush walking, Country, Free Verse, life, mindfulness, poem, quote
Photo: from hyperactivz.com and the story “Forty Years Ago This Man Planted A
Tree That Created Amazing Opportunities For His Island” by Lauren Fazackarly – The Story of Jadav Payeng who began planting trees at sixteen and is still going.
Please note: this is only one story, there are several stories from all over the world of people doing similar feats to greater or lesser extent.
“Society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they will never sit in.” Greek Proverb
He settled in the dust of his soul,
the sun beating down and
mocking his every effort
drawing his moisture to his brow,
and yet every day he rose and
without fail, made his way
to his field of dreams
that barren canvas of life’s struggles,
of course, without knowing,
passers-by smiled their condescension,
to them he was an eccentric farmer,
while in his own mind he was an
investment banker, and adventurer, a rebel,
and every time he planted a tree he knew
he was painting a masterpiece
whose abstract nature only he could explain.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Photo: found at julianlennon.com Volunteer firefighter holding a Koala rescued from the fire. The loss of species numbers is devastating and may never be recovered, placing some on the endangered list.
“We need a climate and environment policy that is fit for the crisis we’re in.” Sarah Hanson-Young
I did not weep for buildings and things, though I felt
for the plight of evacuees and the vast loss of flora
breaks my heart already so raw, but my tears, once reserved,
now flow in grief for the many animals consumed,
or wounded by this voracious, hungry, friendless fire.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Country, environment, Five Lines, Forest, Free Verse, grief, life, nature, poem, quote
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