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Your Gift Of Light

Mirth – Word of the Day

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Your gift of Light

I once sat in a darkened room,
no sliver of light under the door,
a thorough black.
Though, I wasn’t alone.

I sighed, just a contented sigh.
The sigh of a good day’s end,
astringent wine and camembert,
and you.

The day has now flown,
night has encamped.
We forgot the light and
sat knowing without seeing.

I asked if you remembered.
You know, that time?
Your smile sparkled,
a galaxy of its own.

©Paul Cannon

Paul,

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Our Peregrinations

Amble – Word of the Day

Amble On …

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Deepdene, between Hamelin Bay and the Augusta lighthouse, the water worn rock is a fabulous site as you come around the bend on the Cape to Cape Track.

 

 

Our Peregrinations

Once you said we should go
out beyond the cliffs,
down to the beach
and restore our senses.

We strolled,
clambered,
seeking.
All the while rejoicing.

We dared to tread seaweed
al dente, or crisp.
Feasted on moist salt air,
and drank in the shimmer of the sea.

We skirted the edges of foamy wash,
then paddled,
immersing,
retreating once again.

We laughed,
we traded soul.
Invited to each other,
surrendered.

That afternoon along the shore
we navigated love,
immersing, never retreating,
washed, found, and whole.

©Paul Cannon

 

Paul,

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Patina Of July

Woebegone – Word of the Day

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The Blackwood River, winter is here.

 

July

July,
you camped at my window.
The constant patter of your tears
blurring, intangible,
drawing me to uncertanity.

Yearning,
longing,
the ache of melancholy,
grey clouds,
heavy laden.

Tears born of sadness,
become streams of redemption.
Washed earth
melting,
becoming.

July,
I opened my window
and bathed in your wellspring.
You drank my darkness,
I swallowed your love.

©Paul Cannon

 

Paul,

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Five Letters

Petulant – Word of the Day

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A top end Grass Wren, Alice Springs. Not really petulant, just looked that way.

 

Five Letters

Five letters undid you.
Swayed you from that perverse course.
Jaw set firmly,
flashing eyes,
flushed cheeks,
casting a thousand, silent words.

That feeling of caged,
held against your vaguest ideal.
Word wrangling,
exhausted
as meaning evaporated effortlessly,
and you were powerless to hold them.

Uncooperative tongue
just would not form the words of your heart.
“But you don’t understand.”
Tears speak louder,
shouting “listen.”
Silence reigned.

My heart imploded,
dissonance, like a Dali painting.
A cypher of chrysalis.
“Sorry”
A new birth.
Five letters undid you, and me.

©Paul Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

 

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Wallowing

5 Lines or Less – Wallowing

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Wallowing

We were so wed,
though no knot was tied.
But rather, ribbons were loosed instead,
as we rejoiced in reaching thresholds
and wallowing in that sweet nectar.

Paul,
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That Dress

Amorous – Word of the Day

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‘The Kiss’ by Gustave Klimt (1862 – 1918), born in Austria, Klimt was part of an era of radical social and cultural challenge, as an artist he was deeply influenced by Freud and became a symbolist painter, though far from subtle. His paintings are deeply erotic. He was a founder of the Vienna Secession movement which was ecclectice – it had no proclaimed style but rather welcomed all to coexist. He was considered ahead of his time.

 

That Dress

So still, the noise has gone, replaced by the beating pulse in my temples. It’s so warm in here, I loosen my tie, anticipation, my breathing shallow. A smile creases my lips. Wow, that dress, a cliche no more. Black, which looks stunning against your pale , soft skin. That alluring dip draws my eyes to the equally glorious rise, how a necklace would grace that. A length to show off your legs … I take your hand, so cool compared to mine. Time is warped, everything a blur, the air is electric, but you say nothing. I’m shaking inside as I reach out and touch your dress, a subtle swish as I graze the fabric. My heart leaps, dizzying, a kiss, surely yes …

“Can I help you sir?” “Wha … What?” I stutter. Jolted, stung, it wasn’t you. Who? My hand leaves yours, a smear of sweat remains, so hot in here. “Can I help you sir?” I blankly stare. “Are you looking for a gift for someone, your wife perhaps?” Noise rushing in, lights, sounds, movement, confused I shake my head. My ardour dampened, I leave the dun, and muted mannequin and retreat, but oh my, that dress.

©Paul Cannon

 

Donna Summer “I Feel Love”

 

Paul,

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Morning Love

Evanescent – Word of the Day

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Post dawn, winter morn, looking east across the Blackwood. Dawns come and go, I’m asuming there’ll be one tomorrow, and even when I’m gone, they will continue. But this one faded into day, as they all do. Dawn has a fleeting beauty, which accentuates its attraction. For me whatever the day holds, it cannot beat the beauty of that dawn moment, it is something very special.

 

Morning Love 

Just as yesterday,
we agreed to see each other again.
The promise of one more time.
To catch even a glimpse of you,
my heart beats.
And, you came along.
though I never really doubted.
No, really, I didn’t.
And there you were,
beautiful,
Suddenly revealing all of you.
Your warmth and beauty wholly divine,
embracing my fragile longing,
an ancient ache,
to hold on to you,
momentarily assauged.
And yet,
no sooner have you arrived than you are leaving,
fading into the crowded day,
Neaera folding into Helios.
Though my eyes have telegraphed my heart,
and your beauty is captive,
a tenuous hold,
but at least a memory.
Till tomorrow then,
As again you will awaken my soul.

©Paul Cannon

Paul,

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Unscheduled Schedule

Serendipity – Word of the Day

 

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Sarge Bay, Augusta, storm coming in.

Chaos Theory would say that for every apparent moment of chaos there’s an underlying pattern. Science would say that serendipity is logically explainable. Calvinists would err towards a predestination, others destiny and fate. Some confuse it with spontenaity, perhaps serendipity is spontenaity but I think it is something different, for me serendipity has no particular agency.

Storms come and go, they appear random, we know that for every element of nature there is an action, reaction process, there is an explanation. Storms appear because they are a reaction to pressure fronts meeting, here it is usually cold front meets warm front, winds and rains ensue. A reliable pattern attested to by the weather reports. But perhaps the timing, the position, the intensity are more random.

When we lived on the farm, we would often look out across the valley and watch a rainbearing front coming in from the west, it would drop maybe 1 – 2 inches on our place, yet a property down the road might be dry – nothing. The next time we might get nothing and the property down the road might get 1 – 2 inches. Rain is patchy at best, never consistent across a front. Rain may be patterned by the pressure system, but within that pattern there are random moments where rain doesn’t fall equally, where the wind squalls vary, where hail is inconsistent. A normal abnormality! Thunder and lightning would be another example.

Storms aside, love is perhaps the greatest example. Not withstanding hormones, the what, who and when of love are serendipitous. Love, true love, is interrupted planning, disrupted expectation, blindsided hope, deranged logic.

“When love becomes logical, it dies. When affection is timed, it no longer exists. When bliss is scheduled, no after-thought can bring it back. Now is the only time for serendipity, for synchronicity, for joy.” (Amy Larson/AmyJalepeno.com) All the romcoms, TV shows like Friends, are testimony to serendipity, that the best laid plans all come undone every time, and the unplanned becomes the real. Perhaps love itself is serendipity. I like to think so.

“She was forever unexpected and I was drunk on that about her.” Atticus Finch in ‘To Kill A Mocking Bird.’ (Harper Lee)

snow covers the ground
stark are the barren branches
one blossom smiling

©Paul Cannon

Paul,

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And You

Dalliance – Word of the Day

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And You

“And you?”
“Oh yes.” She smiles
“I’m heading to the city.’
I smile back, “Aha.”
She turns to look out the window
The light catches the frame of her glasses.
They sparkle,
just like her eyes.
“It’s busy here isn’t it?”
“It sure is.”
She turns back, sips her coffee.
Moments pass.
Our gazes collide, our eyes kiss.
Silences are filled with roadhouse noises.
Her lips on the cup
the last sip
she stands
“Well, safe travels.”
“You too, thank you.”
I watch her as far as the door
I sigh.
Untouched,
my coffee is cold.
But there was love.

©Paul Cannon

Paul,

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Maybe Tomorrow

Limerence – Word of the Day

RAG TAG DAILY PROMPT

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Paul Gustave Fischer (1860 – 1934) ‘In The Train Compartment’

Maybe Tomorrow

Everyone smiles as you pass,
your laugh a gentle therapy.
No one ignores you.
Three seats down, side on
if only I could catch your eye, just for me, just once.
Your energy, your hair, that, yes, that curve ...
My pulse is crowding my temples.
My lungs are drawing in fire.
Surely I will cease to exist if I can't speak your name.
Someone speaks ...
My mind is lost, floating.
"What?"
"Is that seat taken?"
"Oh, no, no ...
Leave me alone with my thoughts,
don't even breathe.
My heart races, surely I am exposed
I'm giddy, drunk.
But she looks elsewhere
out the window
like yesterday.
I exhale sharply as you leave, again.
The train doors roll shut.
Love retreats down platform nine.
Maybe tomorrow ...
Maybe.

©Paul Cannon

Paul,

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