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Blown Away – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The wind shows us how close to the edge we are.” Joan Didion

Blown Away

Today I noticed the wind which
came whipping at my door and
pushing against my windows,
I saw it sway the trees and throw
waves against the sand,
I want to be enveloped in that wind,
to be pushed and thrown to new
places and experiences like
autumn leaves lifted from a path,
taken beyond to the unexpected.


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Life, Death, Life – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: one of many trails I walk in the Beelu Forest, Mundaring.

“Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn.” Elizabeth Lawrence

Life, Death, Life

Did you notice the first leaf fading,
did you feel its dry, necrous, flesh,
and did you see it fall so gently to
the warm bosom of the earth
who drew it tenderly into herself,
knowing that their embrace would
bring life in a mysterious unfolding.


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The Nest – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: taken years ago, but a common sight in our garden, a finely woven New Holland Honey Eater’s nest. This one fell when I was pruning, but it was abandoned so no harm done. Now I check before I lop, just in case.

“By going and coming a bird weaves its nest.” Ashanti

The Nest

As I peered into the nest in the fork of the tree,
I noted how clean it was in contrast to that of
say, a swallow or other mud bound bird,
so quaint with its woven, found materials,
such masters of recycling are birds,
and such clever architects of style,
I further noted how the nest had weathered
so well through rain and wind, and I yearned 
for that simplicity and space in the storms of life.


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In The Betweenness – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Skippy Rocks, Cape Leeuwin, one of my favourite places.

“How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.” Anne Frank

In The Betweenness

In the betweenness of sea and shore
there was an ear that listened as a door,
to all that ebbed and flowed along the way,
the ins and outs of the long trodden bay.

In the edgeness of tree and plain,
there was a forest tree loving rain,
miming philosophies of significance,
drawing attention to her hopeful dance.

In the drop between peak and valley
lies a cave of eyes looking to rally,
the emergence of a long held dream,
many answers to fateful anthropocene.

In the imperceptible gap between fear and love,
swims a peaceful olive branch bearing dove,
who arcs across the world rather than fly,
casting spells of healing for us to ply.


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Currawang Ways – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Ingrid is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about birds of the corvidae family.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Corvid Poetry

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“In many traditions, crows are messengers and close attention is paid to their actions.” Robert Moss

Currawang Ways

Beady, beady eyes piercing, busy, 
though you'd never know
on account of the fact they seem
so still, focussed, pointed,
ever sizing movement, 
always weighing action,
do they ever love,
even hauntingly?

Head cocked to one side,
listening, looking, waiting
for that moment that now
cannot be a surprise,
and so, currawang will
live another day of a 
long fifteen years as 
herald of attention.


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Note: The Currawang (kurra - wong) is an Australian native bird of the corvid family there are several of the species, notably the black, grey and pied, and resemble more closely the magpie.

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Are We Listening? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: from spring 2018, Leda Nature Reserve, Everlastings in full bloom. (One or two rains and the bush comes alive)

“The forest makes your heart gentle, You become one with it … No place for greed or anger there.” Pha Pachak

Are We Listening?

Do winds come to die, or the 
ocean exhaust itself upon the shore,
are trees silent before the storms of
humanity, does grass wither?
You might think it if you took no time 
to stop and listen, for trees speak in
silences and grass always regenerates,
while oceans shout in their return,
winds take time to rest and even the
soil speaks if we would but listen.


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Are We Capable? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“What people want is not the easy peaceful life that allows us to think of our unhappy condition, nor the dangers of war, nor the burdens of office, but the agitation that takes our mind off it and diverts us.” Blaise Pascal

Are We Capable?

Do we only find meaning in what we make,
are we capable of attending to the natural world,
to wait on events not of our doing or control,
or is our attention fragile, a result of distraction?

Are we capable of attending to the natural world,
to challenge ourselves to be present to the issues,
or is our attention fragile, a result of distraction,
always seeking, always grasping, never waiting.

To challenge ourselves to be present to the issues,
suspending our search for a heroic intervention,
always seeking, always grasping, never waiting,
time to end the denial that the planet is terminal.

Suspending our search for a heroic intervention,
to wait on events not of our doing or control,
time to end the denial that the planet is terminal,
do we only find meaning in what we make?


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Rejoice – Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Frank is hosting Haibun Monday with an invitation to write about bird songs.

dVerse Poets – Haibun – Bird Songs

Photo: a cormorant or shag sitting on the boardwalk at Bunbury Wetlands.

“I once asked a bird, how is it that you fly in this gravity of darkness? She responded, ‘love lifts me.'” Hafez

Rejoice

I've never not heard a bird sing. There's never been a moment when bird song has failed to cut through the joy or tragedy of a day, to surmount the ineffable experiences of life or the tumult of blood
rush, some conjured excitement or foreboding feeling.

I've heard magpies in the heat of the night, curlews before a storm, the flit and twit of honeyeaters no matter the rain, the wattle bird's beak snapping through my mind, crows in the haze of bush fire, the beautiful song of the butcher bird in the middle of a wedding.

Birds, those harbingers of joy, care not for our circumstances and yet they conspire to bring us unbridled joy. Their's is a life sung and we are the privileged guests for their performance. There's never been a moment when I haven't rejoiced in the song of a bird.

Musk duck quinks a joy
as rain washes the low reeds
songs part autumn clouds




Note: Quink is the closest onomatopoeia to the sound of the musk duck I could come up with and then I found it is indeed a word - a type of goose!

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Beware Toxic Positivity – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“The many sorrows of our recent history suggest that we humans have a learning disability.” Carl Sagan

Beware Toxic Positivity

I was thinking about extinction
and finding the whole problematic
is lost to us while ever we play with
life as an idea, a thought, a concept,
we dizzy in speculation as with deckchairs,
better to argue infinitum than engage with
the reality that looms before us,
our denial is obvious in our choices,
amusing ourselves to death in a world of 
ostriches with ideas of abstract fantasies,
real hope lies in action.


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Before Me – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Mish is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem using the inspiring work of Vika Muse instagram.com/get.muse or @get.muse.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – The Light of Vika Muse

Art Work: Vika Muse ‘Stop War (The Dandelion Field)’ @get.muse

“I have lost my smile, but don’t worry, the dandelion has it.” Thich Nhat Hanh

Before Me 

Before me lies my field of happiness
of yellow maned lions drawing down
sun-filled songs of joy capturing my
despair and releasing me.

I stand in my field feeling loved,
grounded and open to all that unfolds,
knowing that these leaves may wilt,
but my love will hold stronger.

I wander my field witnessing hope,
that ancient cycle of blown seeds
travelling the broad plains of history,
holding the past and present in a future.

I sit in this field of smiling suns that
radiate joy in the midst of all that stirs
my heart and wearies my mind,
offering me α wellspring οf peace.


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Note: Dandelions are a true herb and have wonderful properties for diet and health, but are also ancient symbols of happiness, love and hope. 

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