Photo: smithsonianmag.com The surface of Mars.
The irony is, but of course, that there are plans to colonise Mars at enormous cost to study its physical qualities, albeit, why it is uninhabitable. One of my private and sobering fantasies, is that we were already there and have wrecked it!
Like gluttons
we landed in paradise
and stripped it bare,
then we spied another
called earth,
we’re not finished yet
but we’re nearly done.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under environment, Free Verse, life, nature, poem, Space
Photo: Lake Brown, just below Eaglestone Rock (Nungarin), just as the sun is setting, the moon visible. Lake Brown has always been a natural salt lake, but human impact has exacerbated the salinity and balance of the lake’s eco-system.
I walked the lake around today and
said a prayer for the one tree who
had sighed its last lying in the midden
of our lust and sorrows, lachrymose,
I have said too many prayers of late.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under bush walking, Country, environment, Five Lines, Free Verse, nature, poem
Ekphrastic Poems – dVerse Poets – Mary Frances
Art Work: Mary Frances via dVerse Poets.
A road of bones
this skull and leaves
dry and brittle under foot,
yet life appears
summoned from beyond,
caring not for our trivial days,
you bring a message of repair
to less despair of dying trees,
as you lie in state
amidst their aged fruit,
to look to better days
of green and life,
but you care not to stay
you’ve said your piece,
and so you fade before me,
amidst that tragic fruit,
redeemed.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under Ekphrastic, environment, Free Verse, life, mindfulness, nature, poem
Video: Bunbury Wetland (erroneously called Big Swamp), a lone swan from one of the pairs of Black Swans. There were two cygnets hatched this year, a truly marvellous sight.
We put a fence round Eden with a biodome,
we’re saving seeds in Aleppo and London,
using less plastic
reducing emissions
cloning sheep of all possible things,
nature is stunning
a rich trove of beauty
yet late have we shut that door,
our destructive ways
speak like Narcissus in spades,
Mother is wounded
she’s on the run
with nowhere to turn
nowhere to go,
Nature is stunning
but mammon is pretty,
our bed is made.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under environment, Free Verse, grief, life, nature, poem
Upside Down – VJs Weekly Challenge
Photo: pixabay.com
I saw a question
on the side of the road,
a struggling plant,
gasping, calling for water,
and none to be found,
save for the discarded plastic bottle
of nature’s spring water,
resolutely shut,
lying nearby,
self-absorbed,
and totally unaware
of the gift it withholds,
selfishly smug,
secure in its expense.
Will the plastic ever care,
now that it has so cleverly seduced us
and shut us against our very own life?
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under environment, Free Verse, life, nature, poem
Photo: unsplash.com
Two parts multiverse
with stars hung just right,
a creek of no distinction
which, nonetheless fascinates with songs of abandon,
along with dappled forest light which invites
as sunlight plays with leaves,
whereas thunder speaks of power beyond ourselves,
and leaves us in awe;
such wonderment in which to delight and more
as we open ourselves to nature
and a love that is our share.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under environment, Free Verse, life, poem
Photo: unsplash.com
We agreed on this much,
that the seasons were changing, disordered in fact,
more snow, more rain, more heat than before,
new seasons were evolving,
but, out of fear, we chose ignorance over facts.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Filed under environment, Five Lines, Free Verse, life, nature, poem, seasons
Photo: http://www.usnews.com
The gavel goes down,
all rise comes the cry,
shuffling and scraping we ascend,
till the judge once seated,
approves our descent.
Now in session,
we move to our fate,
a judgement,
guilty or not?
The defendant is humanity
surely a term redundant?
denial its only ploy.
The prosecution calls witness,
from far and wide,
from the Amazon, Syria, Andromeda,
and further afield.
Particles and life forms,
all speak their truth,
of neglect, abuse and slaughter.
The jury goes out,
the jury comes in,
and the grim word of guilty leaps out,
the judge summing up,
points the finger,
and sternly convicts;
humanity has failed all of nature.
Now some are rich yet many are poor,
we cannot breathe the air,
we cannot drink the water,
we have wasted the gift,
there’s not much left to destroy,
and now, quickly, we must make amends.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul,
pvcann.com
Filed under environment, Free Verse, life, poem
Scintillating – Word of the Day
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.
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
Filed under bush walking, Country, environment, love, nature, poetry, Science, Space
One of my many photos of Borannup forest, the glade is just in front.
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
Filed under bush walking, Country, environment, Forest, life, meditation, mindfulness, nature, poetry
 | msjadeli on The Nightwatchman – a po… |
 | Frank Hubeny on That Point – a poem by P… |
 | Niki Flow on Not Finished – a poem by… |
 | rugby843 on The Nightwatchman – a po… |
 | OIKOS™-Publishing on She Will Rise – a poem b… |
Amanda Greenwood Writer Official Site
Tatterhood's Musings
Feelings that i blend became the story which has no end
BAŞKA BAKMAK LAZIM DİYENLERE...
Joshua's Blog
The music and the diamonds
I know nothing
Adventure | Photography | Wanderlust
Anxiety, Pain, Self-Harm, Addiction, and Reality
Framing Life
Photos of my world and other stuff I hope you will enjoy too. Photos taken with Canon PowershotSX70HS Photos can be purchased.
My Mind's Journal
art, writing, reading
My Mormon Transgender Second Life
Poetry, Flash Fiction, and more
Love That Was, Is and Will Be
Bold and Unapologetic
Musings and books from a grunty overthinker
My Journey with You
Writing My Worries Away
Amanda Greenwood Writer Official Site
Tatterhood's Musings
Feelings that i blend became the story which has no end
BAŞKA BAKMAK LAZIM DİYENLERE...
Joshua's Blog
The music and the diamonds
I know nothing
Adventure | Photography | Wanderlust
Anxiety, Pain, Self-Harm, Addiction, and Reality
Framing Life
Photos of my world and other stuff I hope you will enjoy too. Photos taken with Canon PowershotSX70HS Photos can be purchased.
My Mind's Journal
art, writing, reading
My Mormon Transgender Second Life
Poetry, Flash Fiction, and more
Love That Was, Is and Will Be
Bold and Unapologetic
