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Whose Time Has Come – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: From acmstravel.com a view of the Whanganui River, NZ which in 2012 was recognised in NZ law as a natural entity with legal rights equivalent to humans. This followed on from the first landmark case in 2008 in Ecuador when the Vilcabama River was protected by granting it rights at law.

“Nature cannot be seen solely as a resource to be owned, exploited and profited from.” Suzanne Benally

Whose Time Has Come

Global never thinks local,
only to its own lusted desires,
but among the suited ties of
the mean sx landing barges
comes the conscienced 
resistance of the locals, 
whose time has come to speak
of cousins as rivers and trees,
whose rights are sacred and
who now wait to sue the suits
off miners who would euthanase 
every breath of life in an irony
of futures doomed.


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Writ Large – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: from gcg.net.au asbestos fibres.

“We can’t go on as we have been.” Sir David Attenborough

Writ Large

Of thalidomide and asbestos,
those roman pipes of lead,
benzine to carbon making
nearly everything so dead,
atomic wet-dreams,
what a gas, or just a 
fracking nuisance and the last,
with plastic sands and bubble
wrapped whales carrying tales
of wasted trees on which the lies
we subscribed are writ large.


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Grickle Grackle – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Bjorn is hosting Meet the Bar with an invitation to Narrative Nonsense

dVerse Poets – Meeting The Bar – Narrative Nonsense

Photo: from a stock video by motionarray.com

“From a small seed a mighty trunk may grow.” Aeschylus

Grickle Grackle

Grickle grackle mawn
spreads glow across hills,
all bark and tweet until the
coming of the mungled breath 
of Boreas does break the 
spines of groves, and darks 
the valleys so with the 
pickle packle puddles of
thin hope, shreds of life
crackle and push of green
arrives through the sponge
of this munged quaggle.


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To Put Away My Eyes – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: one of the many nature reserves around Augusta and the Blackwood River this one has the grand title of No. 8437.

“The earth has music for those who listen.” William Shakespeare

To Put Away My Eyes

To put away my eyes for a moment
and take in the sounds underneath,
to let go the synthesis of shoe and fabric
my internal words so loud and allow the 
trees to soften the noise, making way for 
sounds of life, tinkling water, creaking bows, 
leaves pattering to the ground, birds warbling,
insects buzzing to and fro, all singing into
this moment where meaning is irrelevant but
everything is understood.


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Diving Still – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: alchetron.com – a swimmer (or diving) beetle. We have a swimmer beetle in our pond.

“One of the huge imbalances of life is the disparity between your daily existence, with its routines and habits, and the dream you have within yourself of some extraordinary satisfying way of living.” Wayne Dyer

Diving Still

I thought she could see me,
the reason she darted away,
but no, she came back to the
surface and darted away once 
more to the deeps of the pond,
looking for morsels in her 
trip along this biosphere,
up and down all day long,
smooth glides fast and slow,
and when at eve I retired I 
wondered if she was diving still.


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Wild, Waiting, Long – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Grace is hosting Poetry Form with an invitation to write a Kwansaba – a praise poem of seven lines containing seven words no word exceeding seven letters.

dVerse Poets – Poetry Form – Kwansaba and Blessing

Photo: alfcermed at pixabay.com

“Be present in all things and thankful for all things.” Maya Angelou

Wild, Waiting, Long

The morning sets fire to still water
across the scope of my old eyes,
finding cygnets asleep singing me to waken,
to peel back the shell of days,
the kernel of destiny wild, waiting, long
for this moment of refresh to birth
as waves of joy raise my thanks.

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Greater Than – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse De is hosting the Quadrille with an invitation to use the word crown.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Heady is the Poem that Wears a Crown

Photo: Paulls Valley, Mundaring

“Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.” Khalil Gibran

Greater Than

If I called you a princess
what would your throne look like,
you are so tall above your peers,
selflessly sheltering all, giving life 
by your breath and wholeness by
your astounding beauty lavished 
on my eyes, your crown greater 
than every trinket jewel.


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And Yet – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: post dawn over the Blackwood River (taken in June – winter)

“An age is called “dark”, not because the light fails to shine but because people refuse to see it.” James Michener

And Yet

And there we all were,
no cares in our world,
sole operators without 
reference to any of the
subtle reminders that we 
are not outside nature's pull,
how small we seem now,
and yet, a thin golden thread
casts a path into the night
of our days.


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Thanks For Today – Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Frank is hosting the Haibun with an invitation to give thanks.

dVerse Poets – Haibun – Giving Thanks

Photo: a bobtailed lizard on its regular journey around the house.

“I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.” William Shakespeare

Thanks For Today

Today was an honest day, one of those hard slog days to make something happen that has waited in abeyance for all the right things to fall into place. The creation of a centre-piece pond that one day soon will be home to koi and lotus. A perfect place to rest awhile and reflect, to find a sit-spot and draw near.

I was engrossed in my tasks, but nature interrupted me. The flutter of a honeyeater next to me working the tree, a diving beetle below me ever hunting, some blue-banded bees stirring the nectar with great care, and a bobtailed lizard sneaking past across the horizon, checking up on me. I drifted into this vista and paused to reflect and give thanks for these precious gifts and the richness of this moment.

one more paving brick
my stack is getting much thinner
diving beetle smiles.


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Of Epiphanies – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Dora is guest hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about an experience of an epiphany.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Epiphany In The Time Of Holiday

Photo: Along the trail near Niagara Dam, in this desiccated land nature surprises with beauty arising.

“Every moment an epiphany arrives and cleaves the mountain asunder.” Kim Stanley

Of Epiphanies

Aristotle to Zeno,
this soil so barren and alkaline,
I've passed this way so many times before
expecting that penny so often hoped,
but it creeps along wet window frames,
swirls in day old coffee grinds and grows,
like milkweed among the kale, ever the
wasabi of my busted soul , the inarticulate
joys of birth-pains, collected moments of
masochistic revelation, waiting in dusty
corners, hanging on evacuated spider webs,
invisible until I look up, look down, look in
and connect the dots to me as steps of seeing
the twisted strands of silver shining over me.


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