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When Rivers Change – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Habit

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Photo: found at wikimedia.com – Nowitna River

 

“Life is like a river, sometimes it sweeps you gently along and sometimes the rapids come out of nowhere.”  Emma Smith

When Rivers Change

When rivers change
as rivers do
unstraightened into bends,
sweeping earth from
side to side and back again,
they subvert and challenge
every shibboleth and quasi-truth
embedded in the byzantine routines
of our quotidian humanness,
which until that moment
remained unnoticed, hidden,
in the accepted drudge of
our self-created lives as
if this were the only way to live,
and for evermore.
Not so, shout the rivers,
today your habit is interrupted,
you’ll need to go by another route.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com.

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Moon Trick – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: pixabay.com

 

“Never give up for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.”  Harriet Beecher Stowe

 

Moon Trick

At five the shore was long,
as long as it would ever be today
or any other day,
and I had not taken the time to
remember this nor to ponder
that it it might remain so,
that the tide might not come back
today or any other day,
that the sand should be divorced,
she the grieving widow
uncovered by her beloved
exposed and bereft,
her tears captive to the sun,
but the moon played her trick
and covered the shore once again,
I left with joy in my heart
knowing that all the tears were gathered.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

 

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Meta Carbo – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Let’s Get Elemental

Sarah at dVerse has invited us to write about the elements of the periodic table in whatever creative ways we choose. This is my second go, and this time I’ve chosen Carbon which, being an allotrope, gives us a variety of things, diamonds, coal 😦 , graphite, graphenes, and so on. It is for all occasions, it is a necessary part of forming oxygen, but it is also a major environmental problem too.

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Photo: istock.com

 

“The greatest threat to our planet is the belief that someone else will save it”  Robert Swan

 

Meta Carbo

Shining dangle trinket
an all occasion party type,
now retiring like quiet
Albrecht in a pencil thin garret,
sometimes darkly dark, though
more recently sneaky congestion
leaking all around me,
beautiful choking imbalance,
really hot stuff
searing my lungs,
everything,
no more the exchange
nothing can breathe,
leaving now,
disappearing through
a hole in the sky,
until, of course,
I change my carbon life.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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The Place Is On Fire – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Thursday – Puce

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Photo: George Mill, Mallacoota.

Major fires burn across four states, two states have declared a state of emergency, the main fire in Western Australia is contained, but the east-west national road link is closed.

 

“The Monster is on its way to us ….”  Liv Casben, Bateman’s Bay.

The Place Is On Fire

The warnings have been made,
get out now before its too late,
and you sit waiting,
weighing the moment,
counting the imminent loss
as the glow gets closer
and azure turns to puce,
smoke fills your lungs,
while it sounds as if you’re
standing near roaring surf,
as the monster draws near,
and soon enough whole
twigs and sticks ablaze
float past on thick
thermal waves and
sparks catch in dry grass,
the place is on fire,
down to the water we go.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Perhaps He Prayed – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: abc.net.au

“We won’t embrace reckless targets and abandon our traditional industries that would risk Australian jobs while having no meaningful impact on the global climate.”  Australian Prime Minister Scott Morrison

Australia has been reluctant to engage climate change as politicians play to captains of industry and look to past glories of trade. Australia has been tardy on carbon emissions treating them with disdain and suspicion. The Prime Minister went on holiday amidst the national fire crisis, was slow to lead on the issue when he finally decided there was a crisis and came home, and though has flown over the sites closest, has not been on the ground very much, deadpanning the fires as a “backdrop to the cricket.” He was slow to deploy military assets. But the critical issue is that he’s not leading.

 

Perhaps He Prayed

Like a rabbit in the spotlight
he froze, glazed,
dithering and uncertain,
but hey, it’s summer
which is meant to be fun,
so he smiled and said strange words,
warm platitudes he’d heard from others
a generation ago,
all christmassy and matey,
don’t worry mate, she’ll be right,
so he did a little speech
just like the queen
but with no content
wittering on about the Aussie spirit,
and volunteers doing it for free,
then he lolled about with cricket players
and held a dinner party,
but that’s far safer than trying to
find Mallacoota or Batemans Bay
and stand with the widow,
the injured, and the bereft
in the scarred and murdered land,
where we hold solemn farewells
for flora and fauna,
what now your lump of coal
and disdain for wind turbines,
but you just can’t say the words
that really matter.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Waiting For Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Image: wallup.net

 

“But man (sic) is a part of nature, and his war against nature is inevitably a war against himself.”  Rachel Carson

 

Waiting For Love

She was such a stunning beauty
she made people gasp,
men wanted to ravish her,
and they did
till she was completely exhausted,
and yet she patiently gave them more,
she bared her breasts
and paraded shamelessly,
exciting with her voluptuous treasures
and the promise of more,
the jewels of her eyes glittered
inviting them to come one and all,
alas, in her naive generosity
she was sundered,
ruined and spent,
but those who have ravished her
have left her in the road
shamed and broken,
waiting for love.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Breathing Again – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Pause

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Photo: Bush walking off North Road, Margaret River, so peaceful, and a great place for pausing.

 

It’s a transformative experience to simply pause instead of immediately filling up space.”  Pema Chodron

 

Breathing Again

Days are full when minutes need counting,
like rear lights on dark rainy nights
life blurs at the edges
and falls into emptiness,
an incomplete memory
trailing and fading, autumnal,
causing a semi colon moment,
a thought arises and time slows
feeding on silence,
holding self motionless with ease,
lost in rabbit holes unconnected,
smiling inwardly,
breathing again,
noticing.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Advent Herald – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Prosery – Jim Harrison

Linda at dVerse has invited us to take a line from the work of Jim Harrison – “A cow is screaming across the arroyo.” taken from his poem ‘Cow.’

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Photo: Pixabay.com

 

“Moo may represent and idea, but only the cow knows.”  Mason Cooley

 

Advent Herald

A cow is screaming across the arroyo as the weaners are drawn aside. The cattle-hands working the herd, the weaners easily pushed across the arroyo to the feeders like children to a lolly counter. I listened to her screaming, a gut-grief heartfelt, and though I cannot speak it, a warning was implied. Burgers or breeders, the children are consumed. And as I walked reflecting, I wondered about all the herding of life, this arroyo is not the Rubicon, but a die was no less cast.

I came to the creek-line with an angel or devil, I’m not sure, but I left the gate open and the screaming cow dove through. She spoke so clearly as we passed, “Those who lie or sup from the manger will be crucified one day.” Startled, I ran through, I’ve been wandering un-herded ever since, across that arroyo.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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Think On This – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Meeting the Bar – O, Apostrophe

Amaya at dVerse has invited us to consider the creative idea of the apostrophe other than its technical use, rather as its poetic function in creating a change in the poem where the object speaks or is spoken to directly.

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Photo: granite outcrop, Nungarin

 

“No matter how sophisticated you may be, a large granite mountain cannot be denied – it speaks in silence to the very core of your being.”  Ansel Adams

Think On This

In the stillness was the hardness,
a resistance I knew well
of footfall on granite,
what song shall you sing me
I threw, and it rang sharp,
came back the posit,
think on this tenderfoot,
softness cannot abide without
firm boundary,
compassion lies in
strength within,
O that I might be a rock
of such an age of wisdom.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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Seeing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille

Photo: Cafe in Bunbury, a spirited Willy Wagtail – the fly-catcher who came in from the cold!

 

“The highest proof of the spirit is love.”  Albert Schweitzer

 

Seeing

When the prophet spoke
the wait was long and dry
till some shepherds called
though few believed their news,
I glimpse her if I’m careful
in children passing by,
birds, laughter, dragonflies,
faces on the street,
wise wind of Sophia
ancient eternal present,
heartfelt.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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