“Autumn wins you best by its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.” Robert Browning
Come The Autumn Rains Long days of weary heat have baked us like kiln-fired earthenware, the ground is dry, parched, the spade creates shards, powdery dust touches me in ways I cannot speak, come the autumn rains the ground will surrender softly, leaves will sleep into soil stirring seeds of life, and I will awaken. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
At dVerse Linda is hosting the Haibun with an invitation to write about Late Spring.
dVerse Poets – Haibun – Late Spring
Image by Michael Siebert from Pixabay
“Can words describe the fragrance of the very breath of spring?” Neltje Blanchan
To Notice Is The Thing
Perhaps is wasn’t the first of September, rather, sometime later in spring that I noticed green shoots all around me. An awareness crept slowly to mind, though I felt it longer than I thought it. I was overcome with the warmth of the sun and the light seemed to add a clarity previously absent.
It was as if I had been taken by spring, embodied. I was in that moment hopeful. Imagine, if the old plum tree flourished then surely all would be well. It was that kind of feeling. I wanted to touch the earth so plunged my hands into the soil. It was like that moment you enter a cafe and all the smells hit you at once. Here was abundance, here was potential. Here life could be planted and reaped once again.
Looking everywhere even in the towns of mourn seeds of hope blossom Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
At dVerse Sarah is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about weeds.
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Weeds Rule OK?
“A weed is but an unloved flower.” Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Sadness Of Binary Gardens There was a time when I was a more zealous weeder than I am right now. I was full of the doctrines of identification, learning to label and classify, to take the hoe and cut off the roots of community, separating one plant from another, those deemed less worthy to be be incinerated, binned, forgotten. Some weeds are marked as ready to be sprayed or cut down, others are tolerated for a time. Such is the everyday garden of this world where not all plants are equal. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
“Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.” Matsuo Basho
The Moment Sitting at day's end, a belated summer inferno, I should pack away the chairs, but why end the moment. The beer bottle is sad, tools still on the ground, I notice a rogue sucker on the lemon tree. Perhaps it is time for me to go. A fantail twits and flits mosquitos, the setting sun suggests a verse, O to be bitten by such love. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
Filed under Free Verse, Gardening, life, mindfulness, poem, quote, relationship
Image by Adina Voicu from Pixabay
“To forget how to dig the earth and to tend the soil is to forget ourselves.” Mahatma Gandhi
As To Depth Everyone digs differently, a pathology of sorts, some stand upright, others lean in, some plunge while others lightly tread in the spade. As to depth its anyone's guess, but I always try to go deep to air the soil and loosen the sod, my rhythm is well honed; I can feel the pull, the turns, the heave and heft, in every muscle mine. Copyright 2023 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
“It seemed to me that some things were ugly enough that fixing them was worth trespassing.” Brenna Yovanoff
The Tree Root It started with a tree root, which required much thought, not unlike a military strategy to follow the mischief imagined, and, sure enough it leapt through the garden edging and, characteristically, it ran shallow through the lawn, around the water pipe, the reticulation pipe, requiring much surgery, then under the paving, pushing up, up, up till we tripped and stumbled then down, down, down into the drain and round, round, round in a frenzy through and through in a confusion inviting reconstruction, out and along the border garden, clogging the soil, refusing the spade, out to the fence and under the weak spot reordering its level before heading off to the curb. What seemed like a five minute job, became a plumber, a reticulation expert, some brick-paving, a little edging, lawn repair, fixing a drain, realigning a fence, some swearing, much money, and that's not the end of this story. Copyright 2023 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
Filed under Free Verse, Gardening, life
Photo: BBC Gardener’s World Forum
“… flowers fall amid our longing and weeds spring up amid our antipathy.” Dogen
One Day There's a corner of my garden where I nurture neglect, not much grows there except tenacious weeds who are visited by long draughts of distant leaves, where the sod is stiff and unresponsive, cluttered with roots and lost aspirations, a vacuous plot of hopes and dreams that mock my inertia, clouded by dark towering shrubs that refuse to light my way, leaving no room for change, sucking my energy just to look at it, putting it off to another day, a years delay, well one day, someday, I will transform it. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
Filed under awareness, Free Verse, Gardening, life, poem, psychology, quote
At dVerse Sarah is hosting Prosery (144 words of prose) with an invitation to use a line from a poem by Michael Donaghy called ‘Liverpool.’
The line offered is: “she’d had it sliced away leaving a scar.”
dVerse Poets – Prosery – Slices and Scars
“The wound is the place where the light enters you.” Rumi
Accepting The Tears Unnerving she thought, when we realise how parallels weave their way through our lives. Here among her trees she was confronted with last autumn's pruning. The liquid amber had suffered in the winds and one of its beautifully shaped branches had split and she'd had it sliced away leaving a scar where the limb had once protruded. She hadn't connected it before, but at the same time her father had died. Only now she sensed that she had a scar of grief about her, the tears welled as she remembered the pain she'd excised. She touched the healed callus fibres and felt the ridge where the cut had been, noticing the feelings in herself. The tree was making good progress. Not that she wasn't, but she felt the rawness of the premature cut, maybe now was the time to feel, to finally accept the tears. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
“You keep putting one foot in front of the other, and then one day you look back and you’ve climbed a mountain.” Tom Hiddleston
Doing What I Can The garden is many things and not least a teacher in the art of life, the spider building patiently in a breeze, ants forming lines of communication, birds gathering fibres for nesting one beak-full at a time over a morning, the apricot tree still letting go its autumn gold so slowly in the rain, me pulling weeds methodically so that energy is conserved, all the while reminding myself that life is all about taking time, doing what I can, when I can, taking small steps and rejoicing in the little things. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
“Politics is the most corrupt profession on earth, no matter where you are.” Charles Dance
To Tilt The World The burrowing frog must not be sliced. I resume weeding my contemplative space, conscious of worms, skinks, silver eyes, beetles, in the special corner of my garden where my conscience is raw, open, and yet there is a man in the Kremlin, the palace, the senate, the curia, someone some place who I would not think twice to slice had I the the chance to tilt the world, correcting the pH of the glug that stifles every breath of peace in me. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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Welcome to my personal blog site. I see myself as a free thinker, life explorer, and wisdom collector. Some of my favorite subjects are psychology, philosophy, relationships, society, reading, writing, technology, and lifestyle.
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Welcome to my personal blog site. I see myself as a free thinker, life explorer, and wisdom collector. Some of my favorite subjects are psychology, philosophy, relationships, society, reading, writing, technology, and lifestyle.
Climate Change
this love fairy fell in love with her ghost
A Love Affair With The Past
Writing, blogging, journaling
Tales from the Life of a Lost Soul
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