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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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Photo: http://www.mirror.co.uk

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,

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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,

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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,

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Unmake For A While – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Change – 5 Lines

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Photo: unattributed, found on Bing Images.

Roughly: Butterfly – eggs – caterpillar- chrysalis – butterfly. The photo above shows a butterfly emerging form its chrysalis, a transforming process.

 

Unmake For A While

In order to do one must first be,
and to be one must withdraw to a quiescent space
and unmake for awhile,
before unfolding into newness refreshed,
transformed.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

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Incomparable Nature – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Manifestation – Word of the Day

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Planted from tube-stock, so quite small, but in this photo twelve months old and tripled in size, and since ten times in size. This is an Isopogon cuneatus (Proteaceae), a low growing plant endemic to Australia – 35 species, of which 27 are found in Western Australia.

 

Incomparable Nature

Such an extrovert,
you have no shame at all,
always flirting,
so brazenly displaying yourself
for all to see,
disrobing at every turn,
nothing hidden,
plying your natural wiles
as mermaids singing their hypnotic song
drawing me down, down,
to gaze upon your beauty
and stay with you in an eternity
of longing and,
as you hold my every breath,
and steal my eyes and my hours,
my senses are captive
to your incomparable charms.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

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The Plight Of The Bumble Bee

Emergency – Word of the Day

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Photo: pexels.com

 

The Plight Of The Bumble Bee

Carbon sucker punch
with chemical balm,
the bees are bummed,
dropping dead down.
It’s not just the honey,
there’ll be no fruit,
nature’s little cupid is caput,
the bee-eaters are thinning,
a global emergency is upon us now.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

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Living The Questions

Vacillate – word of the Day

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Straight ahead or turn left? (Frost’s poem comes to mind again Robert Frost – The Road Not Taken ). In the end it may not, but then again it might be a good choice! If only I could decide. One of the many tracks to walk or ride in Borannup Forest.

“Love says ‘I am everything.’ Wisdom says ‘I am nothing.’ Between the two, my life flows.”    Nisargadatta Maharaj.

Living The Questions

As I sat and inhaled the morning’s brew,
I mused that not all was slings and arrows,
nor was there a troubled sea to ponder,
just a vague sense that the horizon was unclear
and that life really is a series of questions
rather than a series of decisions,
for decisions only lead to more questions,
and the cycle endlessly repeats.
I am more resolved to this now
than my younger self,
to sit with the tension between two points,
to savour, to weigh, to wait, to play.
The joy is in the anticipation,
s lovers would agree,
not always in the resolution.
As I sit sipping my morning brew
I recognise I’ve come to enjoy the pleasures
of perhaps, of maybe, or let’s wait and see,
to see all sides,
and to play all characters,
till my circle has enlarged,
and there is no singularity,
no monochrome,
in fact, no circle at all,
simply the experience of
the beauty and the vagaries of life,
and to live the questions.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul,

pvcann.com

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Southern Aurora Belle

Scintillating – Word of the Day

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Taken some time ago when I regularly visited the town of Esperance, the sun setting in the west, and dazzling the water and my lens with its light.

Southern Aurora Belle

At the telescope once, someone mused,
“Why is it so dark out there?”
“Well,” said I, knowingly,
“There’s simply less reflective matter, and
besides, most sources are many light years away.”
When you entered that crowded room,
dazzling, you lit up the whole place, an aurora,
but your smile was just for me.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul,

pvcann.com

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