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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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The Herald Of Summer – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night

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Photo: Billyacatting Reserve

 

“Leaves are verbs that conjugate the seasons.” Gretel Erlich

 

The Herald Of Summer

There’s a corner of the garden,
a remnant of native bush
that I love to wander,
especially now, as the air is warmer,
but before I even feel that
I know it by the crunch and crackle
of those hardy leaves,
the daily autumnal, the
herald of summer,
and the smell,
yes the smell of eucalypts
in this dry avenue
is to be inhaled as fine whiskey,
and, in the stillness
the quiet is a rarefied sharpness
that carries its own energy
pierced only by cicadas and magpies,
and I float in my senses
past bees and dragonflies
as friends.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Graced A Rainbow – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Image: jooinn.com

 

“Colours are the smiles of nature.”  Leigh Hunt

Graced A Rainbow

I dreamt an unfamiliar
pure white space
where a humble bee,
uncharacteristically black and white,
for mine are mostly yellow,
buzzed past and proceeded
to dance across the whiteness
without a worldly worry,
and wherever it landed,
wherever it touched,
it graced a rainbow.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Russet Royal Carpet – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Sunday – Comprise

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Photo: found on pinterest.com

 

“And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.”  John Muir

Russet Royal Carpet

The herald breezes in and
stirs the russet royal carpet
that crackles under bare foot
like sheaves of crumpled cellophane
through which you follow your
improvised lyrical body,
an atonement for the daily grind
in which only the tall sentinels see
your transparent heart interpreting
the rhythms of life comprised of
your inner compass,
a spirit of music which guides you
to vulnerability and joy,
a dance of pure, liberated soul.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

 

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Readied – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse – Poetics

Laura at dVerse has challenged us to take a line of Pablo Neruda and create a riposte or rejoinder.

I have chosen “Why did the grove undress itself only to wait for the snow.” Pablo Neruda

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Photo: pixabay.com

 

“What is to give light must endure burning.”  Victor Frankl

Readied

The confessional moment is pending,
an absurdist response,
to excoriate and purify
the hidden
by a letting go
a shedding of pretence,
no room for Janus
though Sisyphus is close,
tearing at the inane
letting the core settle
in a visceral landscape
where the cold burns,
let it be so!
For cauterised we are yet
emboldened,
strengthened,
readied,
for the new.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Wrestling Visions – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Quadrille

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Photo: Lake Ballard shore line.

“We are in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us ….”  John Muir

Wrestling Visions

Surely you know a spider’s web
all sheen of gossamer neatly strung
finely tuned to capture,
just like the web
that its my heart
which captures breathless
beauty that escapes words,
quivering with the slightest tremor
of the subtlest emotions,
my body wrestling visions.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Greta Speaks – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Photo: gettyimages.com  – Greta Thunberg at the the U.S. Senate Climate Change Task Force.

 

“Those who have publicly spoken out against Greta have largely been men, something the psychologist said points to ‘very obvious misogyny.’      Zoe Drewett of metro.co.uk quoting environmental psychologist Dr. Renee Lertzman

Greta Speaks

Sixteen years ago an
embryo of the sun began to rise,
a benevolence of youth,
the juice and passion of life
unsophisticated yet focussed,
kindling the hearts of many,
terrifying aged men
who throw sand and call names,
casting aspersions,
running scared,
lashing out,
crying,
snivelling,
lying,
silencing life.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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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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