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I Am Invited – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse – Poetics – Your Majesty

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Photo: looking out across the breakaway at Jindalee into the Victoria Desert.

 

“Words are the fallen ruins of silent majesty.”  Bryant McGill

 

I Am Invited

To think that the horizon is not of my doing,
an expansive ocular trove
kaleidoscoping emotions that
leave me sighing and faint,
as yet an inescapable addiction
for a mind enamoured with
a living beauty that speaks
in slant of cruciforms and
sunsets watercolour bleeding
that is so sweet to taste
more than fruit to my wonder vine,
I am undiminished
though simply an observer of
this vast raw beauty
tucked in the bottom left corner
of this living majesty
to which I am invited.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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It Is My Beginning – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Sky

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Photo: pixabay.com
“The sky is not my limit … I am.”  T.F. Hodge

It Is My Beginning

Do fish ever worry about getting wet,
are we ever aware that the sky
touches our toes and that
on dark days
the cloud is simply that we
have forgotten that our feet
share the space with
all of nature
being coloured and gendered
utterly free,
cladding me,
welcoming my every breath,
waking and sleeping me,
inspiring and opening me,
the sky’s no limit at all,
it is but my beginning
a space we breathe
ourselves together.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Pelicans Align – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: Hardy Inlet, Blackwood River, three pelicans in the shallows.

 

 

“Many pelicans fish by swimming in cooperative groups …”  National Geographic

Pelicans Align

Just a grey October day where
the river reflects its sky so well,
a flash of white dazzles on the
far eastern shoreline
a painter’s bold smudge,
the air murmurs but doesn’t move,
gulls and terns circle and pass,
suddenly the daub of paint moves
and catches my eye,
five birds take to the sky
thermal surfers wheeling and circling,
soon five more, and another,
till forty pelicans align in a
grace that belies their size
and somehow the world seems
to be a better place.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Through Your Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Resilience

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Photo: Billyacatting Hill, a tree growing in a rock fissure that is shallow and dry, in a low rainfall and very hot region.

 

“I’m not sure if resilience is ever achieved alone. Experience allows to learn from example. But if we have someone who loves us – I don’t mean who indulges us, but who loves us enough to be on our side – then it’s easier to grow resilience, to grow belief in self, to grow self-esteem. and it’s set-esteem that allows a person to stand up.”  Maya Angelou

 

Through Your Love

I drifted for a time
as wind drifts sand across desert
where nothing seems to change
the sandness of drifting as
amongst dry bones and ash,
but in the flurry
you captured my seed
and, in the womb of your fissure
you birthed in me a courage
founded in your acceptance,
and though the winds returned
I was grounded, rooted,
and best of all, bendable
through your love of which I am
ever suppled and strong
in the face of all who
squander me in dry sands.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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I wonder – prose by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Prosery

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Photo: the majestic Karri trees at Boranup.

The dVerse Prosery is hosted this week by Merril and the line to use is “These memories were left here with the trees.” from ‘How to Write a Poem in a Time of War.” by Jo Harjo. Using that line create a piece of prose of 144 words.

 

I Wonder

I wonder what happened here before I am. This one tree might speak of so much. But what might a forest speak? A grove of knowledge no cloud could carry, a living intelligence that pales Plato, or the vast paucity of philosophy. Each bole a reliquary of life’s passage, each annual ring a repository of a truth greater that the sum of what we call knowledge. O to be grounded in the strength of your heartwood and risk the sky, or to shelter in your caress and know love, to know what you know, to sup from your fount. Evanescent, history passes, held by your compassionate gaze. Of owls and wars, lovers and seasons, for each an ossuary caringly covered by your blankets and, until the one who knows as you know, that only love uncovers, these memories were left here with the trees.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com.

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Memorable – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“In order to see birds it is necessary to become part of the silence.”  Robert Lynd

Memorable

Today was many things,
as most days often are,
a collection of the senses
my soul so nurtured,
and even a few mundane things
helping the rest stand out,
but the most memorable of all,
so simple, yet moving,
was the arrival of a
New Holland honeyeater
who hid in the shrubs
near the birdbath,
Tentatively flitting in and
out to the water’s edge
watching us
taking all of us in
making sure it was safe
to dance in the water
the splashes were music
that filled the silence
we conspired to offer,
I wondered later if I had
seen myself.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Take Flight – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics- Using the Art of Beverly Dyer

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Art Work: Beverly Dyer – ‘October Feathers’ provided by dVerse Poets.

 

“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.”  Emily Dickinson

 

Take Flight

Questions dawned
as I wandered the edge of my garden,
the borders of my day,
I stooped to retrieve a feather
which answered my question,
“How shall I?”
with such a lightness,
that spoke,
“Take flight Little bird,
take flight.”

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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All Gone Now – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Recovery

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Photo: Niagara Dam near Kookynie, an oasis in a dry land. Kookynie once boasted a permanent population of 3,500 people at the height of the gold rush, and double that with transients coming and going. From 1895 to 1910 it was a bustling town, when the first world war began (1914), and then later when the gold price dropped (1923), the population declined, and from the 1960s it completely diminished, and today it is listed as a ghost town with ten people.

 

“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts …”  Rachel Carson ‘Silent Spring’

 

All Gone Now

Swarms covered this fragile land
as gold fevered a crowd,
and in the middle of nowhere
somewhere sprang up
from zero to thousands,
a mayor with parades,
schools and shops,
all gone now ‘cept the dust,
the train now a ghost,
the crowd has thinned,
just a couple remain
and of course, as always,
the pub with a tourist or two,
those halcyon days
will never return
though the land recovers itself.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Warmth – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: wildflowers at Talgomine Reserve.

“Spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm.”  John Muir

 

 Warmth

Winters dark that keeps the soil
surrenders now to shards of early light
that creep around the curtains
and stroke my eyes,
rousing me from sleep and
filling the air with crackle and buzz
a language feared redundant,
the sad rot of autumn feeds the new
and a warmth long absent in my bones
draws forth life in every corner,
while everywhere expectation wafts
and I weave my sense of joy
into this new day.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Storied – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: A granite rock north of Bonnie Rock.

“It seemed that out of battle I escaped down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped through granites which titanic wars had groined.”  Wilfred Owen (‘Strange Meeting’ 1918)

 

Storied

I walked your soul
and touched your heart
which beat a thousand beats
from before time,
august you rose from the earth
weathered you remain
pocked and pitted,
I beheld your beauty spots
and wizened skin
with captured fragments
of storied lives
like passing clouds,
and marvelled at your solid form,
grounded, yet ever changing
from within.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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