“We may define therapy as a search for value.” Abraham Maslow
The Baggage Handler I paid her for the letting go, those harboured thoughts pushed down, now surfacing again. She listened from her somber chair to my every grief, her silent compassion a soft incise carefully drawn. My many wounds released, those neatly folded feelings that have travelled long within me, she drew my truest sense of self. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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“Being out on the edge, with everything at risk, is where you learn to grow the most.” Jim Whittaker
Where Is This Eager Moment? Talk to me about the fringe, where is this eager moment, this line, what is this mythical beast that curls at the edge of my consciousness like a griffin with an either or approach to questions of risk in a sure world of safe lies, where the scale of illusion is an expensive stumble of false hope right in the middle of waiting for rebellion. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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“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 All Rights Reserved ®
At dVerse Sarah is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write about ash.
dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Ashes to Ashes
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“In order to rise from its own ashes, a phoenix must first burn.” Octavia E. Butler
Cinereous Beauty I went down to the pit of shame and sat in the ash now cold, now penitential, itching my skin as it was supposed to do, but not forgetting that ash left long in the ground turns to coal, which sometimes turns to diamonds. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
Note: Cinereous refers to a colour – grey tinged with black – of ash. To sit in ash and wearing sackcloth goes back historically to ancient semitic culture, and predominantly to Hebrew culture as a mark of grief, penitence or shame.
“The whole future lies in uncertainty, live immediately.” Seneca
Salad Days I ordered a mushroom and feta open sandwich, enhanced with a thick, sweet, balsamic reduction drizzled around the plate, I finished wanting more, and even in restaurants worlds can collide, I heard someone say that the air was thick with uncertainty, and I wondered, are these the salad days where the air is laden, drizzling sickly sweet, and yet everyone asking for more? Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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“One must pass through the circumference of time before arriving at the center of opportunity.” Baltasar Gracian
Love's Repair When did you begin to remember that there are many ways to move even though you wouldn't have said it like that and, it might be your imagination speaking forgotten confessions, knowing now that you cannot escape yourself no matter the distance travelled you always arrive at you, and did you notice that there are versions that arise from the scars of the journey, did you also notice that none are beyond love's repair? Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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“The only journey is the journey within.” Rainer Maria Rilke
Living For Real There's a strange beauty in the borderlands, a place of no arriving, yet always returning to the seeds of joy, everywhere rooted in searching for the irresistible experience of validity beyond the culture of individualism, beyond the turgid order of rules, beyond the comfort of middling against extremities, walking deeper than the surface of feelings, touching something of life's thin, determined, thread which holds the mystery of moving forward in a retreating moment, living into impossibility. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All rights Reserved ®
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At dVerse Ingrid is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write from a place of pain.
dVerse Poets – Poetics – From A Place Of Pain
“I’m not lazy. I’m just exhausted from fighting my way through every single day.” Mimi Love
The Trauma Dance The light, dim the light, the sound , the noise jars, turn it down, no, turn it up, lock the doors, hold the blankets tight, shut the curtains, no, open the curtains, what, no, I thought you meant, O, I know, this is weird, I'm in the midst of, well, something, I don't know that I can give voice to the sound in my throat, in my mind, down my spine, my body, why am I so sweaty, hot, so cold, why can't I feel, so detached, everything shouty, angry, not present, totally present, so, up, no down, crying, dry, heart like a freight train, heart failing, thumping, no feeling, my head, aching, thoughts so fluid, stimulated yet exhausted, talking like a jet, craving silence, craving crowds, wanting solitude, shut up, please tell me more, will I bother, will I open my front door, will I feel, will I ever be real? Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All rights Reserved ®
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At dVerse Mish is hosting Posery with an invitation to using a line form TS Eliot’s poem ‘The Waste Land.’
dVerse Poets – Prosery – The Waste Land
The line offered and which must be included is: “What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow out of this stony rubbish?”
“According to ancient mythology, trees link the earth to the sky. In this respect trees link humans to another world.” Richard Allen
Fierce Beauty
The eastern goldfields suffer only the strong or determined living in the extremities across these vast open plains of mostly dry laterite and also quartz, granite and sandstone outcrops populated by shy fauna and rugged flora. The summer is merciless, the winter winds penetrate layers. The rainfall is pitiful, the reason the state government commissioned the grand and ambitious Goldfields Water Supply Scheme in 1896.
When the rains do come they seem to evaporate before they touch the surface soil, and it is a wonder that anything could grow in such a place. Which raises the question, what are the roots that clutch, what branches grow out of this stony rubbish? Dozens in fact, varieties of eucalyptus, acacia, eremophila, grevillea, and callistemon tenaciously hang on out here where humans wilt. When the sun is fierce, the soil unforgiving, the trees are beautifully fiercer.
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“There are no safe rooms, no safe truths, no safe secrets to tell.” Veronica Blade
Who Holds The Fantasy? Tell me, what isn't divergent, who holds the fantasy of singular truth, who believes the carbon smudge of news, do you begin from what you know or do you trust your enthusiasm for wanting to believe that you can compose your life from the elements of a surety that you actually know the vagaries of the cosmos right now, trusting in your belief of things, despite the amalgam of realities before you, knowing full well that everything bends, everything is disordered, and that there are always more ways diverging? Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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