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The Question – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Upside Down – VJs Weekly Challenge

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Photo: pixabay.com

 

The Question

I saw a question
on the side of the road,
a struggling plant,
gasping, calling for water,
and none to be found,
save for the discarded plastic bottle
of nature’s spring water,
resolutely shut,
lying nearby,
self-absorbed,
and totally unaware
of the gift it withholds,
selfishly smug,
secure in its expense.
Will the plastic ever care,
now that it has so cleverly seduced us
and shut us against our very own life?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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As I Live It – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Dream – Word of the Day

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Photo:  livescience.com

 

As I Live It

I too have a dream,
of a world devoid of fear,
and all that we construe as evil,
a world where nature laughs and breathes,
where trees do not tremble,
and water comes alive,
where no one needs for necessities,
and simplicity is compassion.
A world where we feel,
where we touch the inner,
and where no one is left behind.
I have a dream that it will happen,
as I live it,
as I be.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Desire – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Goal – Word of the Day

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Desire

The ageless dance,
an inner landscape of desire
so difficult to articulate,
but which can be spoken by other means,
a language so sensual the soul sings,
and if enunciated carefully,
whole worlds become transparent,
as we discovered,
while the daisies smiled over us.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Serenity – foto fun

Serenity – foto fun

 

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Sunset at Jindalee, looking east. Always serene in the bush.

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Disordered In Fact – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Seasonal – 5 Lines

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Disordered In Fact

We agreed on this much,
that the seasons were changing, disordered in fact,
more snow, more rain, more heat than before,
new seasons were evolving,
but, out of fear, we chose ignorance over facts.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Capitol Freeze – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Freeze – Word of the Day

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Taken a few years ago at a previous house, ice not uncommon inland in winter. I decided it was too thick for the birds to break through, so I gave them a little help.

Capitol Freeze

There’s an ill wind in the north,
as springtide fades and darkness descends,
and a sharp chill fills the air.
Leaves of all denomination are blown about
without a thought or a care,
while ice has taken the ground once warm with hope,
and is now possessed by unwelcome forces
that seem to be here to stay.
When will it go away? We ask.
When spring returns, of course,
two years hence,
and Jack Frost is no longer,
then the Capitol freeze will thaw,
and the bulbs of hope,
though battered by the cold,
are yet hardened survivors,
ready to rise up and show their colours.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul,

pvcann.com

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An Uncommon Quiet

Burgeon – Word of the Day

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Lake Brown, near Nungarin.

An Uncommon Quiet

My peace is layered,
as silence expands into silence,
and my mind,
untroubled in this eden,
sits down to a quietude uncommon
most of the time.
But here it comes quickly,
and with a joy that is worth possessing
at great price,
though it cannot be bought,
only breathed,
embodied,
lived.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul,

pvcann.com

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Mr Jangled

Bloodcurdling – Word of the Day

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Mr Jangled

Sitting contented,
sipping a mellow red
staring out the window,
as Peer Gynt is coming to apotheosis,
when my senses are rent,
shredded, jangled,
as a bloodcurdling “aaiieee”
pierces the air.
A portent?
I run,
imagining the worst,
apprehensive, heart pumping,
I push through the door,
not knowing what carnage I might find,
and confused,
taking in the incongruous scene,
I burst into laughter,
a spider on the floor,
my wife on a chair,
eyes dilated in terror,
speechless and
pointing a deadly shoe.
The spider released,
whiskey in hand,
some smooth Dianna Krall to
unjangle with.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul,

pvcann.com

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The Memory Remains – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Impressionable – Word of the Day

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Photo: abc.net.au  Splendid Fairy Wren

 

The Memory Remains

The dusky room of worn out boards
and endless drone,
where colour fades
and nothing glows,
whiskey days and ash trays,
stale air and chatter.
And as I gazed out on the world
of thunderstorm
and greyed sky,
I saw a momentary flutter.
And there in this dour sea,
a flash of blue so vivid,
it jolted
my heart awake,
a flood of joy so strong,
the memory remains,
and hope, I sensed,
emerging.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

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This Escapade – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Escapade – Word of the Day

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Winter on the Blackwood River a few years ago.

This Escapade
The guilty pleasure of time stolen,
no one waiting or knowing,
with no appointed time to place us anywhere,
even Cronos wasn’t looking.
And so the world gently faded
as the river called us along
to sing its free-form song,
that together we would flow
and be yes to each other,
imperfectly complete,
and fully wondered.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul,

pvcann.com

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