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The Wound Is Old – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: a fallen trunk of a Jarrah tree, taken at Jarrah Loop Walks, between Bridgetown and Nannup.

“Masculine and feminine roles are not biologically fixed but socially constructed.” Judith Butler

The Wound Is Old

The wound is old, though not 
completely grown over,
showing its dark promise
through the soft, feathered edge,
trying to rejuvenate its center,
the turn from shame and the 
imposition of guilt, which down
the long grain of time has
squandered the meeting of 
masculine and feminine, a 
denial of possibility, the loss of
a trust barely formed in myths of 
carefully constructed obscurantism,
those fictions of favour cemented
in the decline of life.


Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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What Do You See – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: section of the scenery along Lesmurdie Falls.

“I took a walk in the woods and came out taller than the trees.” Henry David Thoreau

What Do You See? 

What do you see 
behind the moon,
beyond the sun,
under a mountain,
along a stream,
among the trees,
can you see it,
do you see it at all,
hidden clearly as 
nature's call to your 
heart of hearts to go
deeper, ignoring the
obvious and entering
your moment of 
understanding in the 
forest clearing,
can you hear its silence,
its unrestrained acceptance,
the song sung for you
from before the womb of
your consciousness?
Fall, fold into it, feel its breath
as your breath.


Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Did We Forget Ourselves Again? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Stylidium – Trigger Plant – at Beelu National Park.

“The first law of ecology is that everything is related to everything else.” Barry Commoner

Did We Forget Ourselves Again?

Did we forget ourselves for the umpteenth time today,
dislocating our circularity of existence in favour of a myth,
that we are refugees from our own interconnectivity,
an ignorance of our interdependence with all that breathes.

Dislocating our circularity of existence in favour of a myth,
the long held shadow of self-deception celebrating plenty,
an ignorance of our interdependence with all that breathes,
ironically diminishing the circle of life that sustains all things.

The long held shadow of self-deception celebrating plenty,
the smoke and mirror of self-congratulatory independence,
ironically diminishing the circle of life that sustains all things,
in favour of a fleeting feeling of euphoria vested in ego.

The smoke and mirror of self-congratulatory independence,
that we are refugees from our own interconnectivity,
in favour of a fleeting feeling of euphoria vested in ego,
did we forget ourselves for the umpteenth time today?

Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Beyond – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: State Forest, Mundaring.

“If you go into a far, far forest and get very quiet, you’ll come to understand that you’re connected with everything.” Alan Watts

Beyond

The forest edges to newness and I want to 
run into it, roll, sit, walk stand in it,
embody the quiet growth as the dry 
relinquishes to life renewed, breathing
after breath too long held, to fill my 
senses to an ecstasy beyond the big O
as every sound, smell and sensation
rushes through my desiccated soul,
till finally, overcome, I want to sleep
with her silence.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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A Beautiful Wild – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: shutterstock.com

 

“Some days I am more wolf than woman and I am still learning how to stop apologizing for my wild.”   Nikita Gill

A Beautiful Wild

She was a beautiful wild,
like autumn reds
and winds of winter,
a wanderer of mystery
caught up in forbidden places,
daring questions in her eyes,
at the edge of truth
reaching beyond
her ripeness in a
wilderness abandon,
fierce without reserve,
a longing made perfect
in love’s embrace.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Moon Tide – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille

De at dVerse has invited us to write a Quadrille (44 words) using a form of the word filling.

 

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Image: pxhere.com

 

“Go slowly, my lovely moon, go slowly.”  Khaled Hosseini (The Kite Runner)

 

Moon Tide

When the moon fills your eyes
and the night shadows draw long,
then we will breathe as one,
bathed in the light
that hides in your dreams
and lives in your skin,
as tide that washes over until
we have danced into each other.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Every Time – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Sunday – Masterpiece

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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

Every Time

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

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I Cry For Them – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Cry

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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 Cry For Them

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

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The Place Is On Fire – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Thursday – Puce

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Photo: George Mill, Mallacoota.

Major fires burn across four states, two states have declared a state of emergency, the main fire in Western Australia is contained, but the east-west national road link is closed.

 

“The Monster is on its way to us ….”  Liv Casben, Bateman’s Bay.

The Place Is On Fire

The warnings have been made,
get out now before its too late,
and you sit waiting,
weighing the moment,
counting the imminent loss
as the glow gets closer
and azure turns to puce,
smoke fills your lungs,
while it sounds as if you’re
standing near roaring surf,
as the monster draws near,
and soon enough whole
twigs and sticks ablaze
float past on thick
thermal waves and
sparks catch in dry grass,
the place is on fire,
down to the water we go.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Breathing Again – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Pause

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Photo: Bush walking off North Road, Margaret River, so peaceful, and a great place for pausing.

 

It’s a transformative experience to simply pause instead of immediately filling up space.”  Pema Chodron

 

Breathing Again

Days are full when minutes need counting,
like rear lights on dark rainy nights
life blurs at the edges
and falls into emptiness,
an incomplete memory
trailing and fading, autumnal,
causing a semi colon moment,
a thought arises and time slows
feeding on silence,
holding self motionless with ease,
lost in rabbit holes unconnected,
smiling inwardly,
breathing again,
noticing.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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