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“It seems to me that the natural world is the greatest source of excitement ….” Sir David Attenborough
Beautifully Untamed
I so love nature's ability to be everything at once, she proposes patterns and structures then undoes the whole show with a wicked grin, that one random round shape in a rectangular tessellation, disrupted, cankered, munted, mutated, nature untamed. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
At dVerse Kim is hosting poetics with an invitation to follow the format Les Murray’s ‘The Quality of Sprawl’ where Murray lists his definitions of sprawl in creative ways. The challenge invites following the form with our own choice of word. I chose to use suspicion. For more details and link’s to Murray’s poem follow the link below.
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Quality Poems
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“To be suspicious is not a fault. To be suspicious all the time without coming to a conclusion is the defect.” Lu Xun
The Quality Of Suspicion The quality of suspicion is like the journalist, hot tipped about the flaky politician's lack of integrity who, in turn, finds that he is suspicious of his staff who, maybe, leaked his lean ethical behaviour, and suspicion is the worry of the office mole who distrusts the journalist's motives. Suspicion is that tell-tale niggle that something or someone is right off balance, and the moment invites sober reflection, it is the paradox of not knowing whether the gut is really just twitchy, crystal balling, or right on target, this is its pure delicacy that easily pulls us in to its feast. Suspicion is that awkward feeling deeply harboured that we can't deliver, a sort of sinking titanic moment of the heart, it is the masked imposter parading so cooly while sweating heavy inside, fooling only themself, not knowing that everyone suspects, but it doesn't matter. Suspicion is that we are not alone in the universe or that we really are alone in our tribe after all, like the whistleblower who risked everything and died a little in the ensuing isolation when invitations dried up, like the Dead Sea really dying, slowly, imperceptibly. Suspicion is that healthy disposition that gives us nine lives at least, as we navigate all the certain uncertainties of our less than perfect lives, and it is the first cousin of discernment which gets us through what to have for breakfast to holding to integrity. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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At dVerse Merril is hosting Prosery (144 words) with an invitation to use the line “An early moon is just a piece of change in the softening sky.” from the poem ‘Spring Poem For The Sake of Breathing, Written After a Walk to Foster Island.’ by James Masao Mitsui.
dVerse Poets – Prosery – Breathing and Moons
“The moon was so beautiful that the ocean held up a mirror.” Ani Di Franco
Don’t Be Fooled
There are those who dare to say that an early moon is just a piece of change in the softening sky, but I know different. Moon captures tides and winds, holds keys to days and seasons. Don’t be fooled by howling cliches, new shoots arise when she is full, grunions launch on to beaches to lay eggs, while wildebeests make plans by her cycle.
Even so, she is far more subtle than all of that. If you look closely, moon is always present, sometimes you can glimpse her hiding in the clouds watching over everything. Later moon puts sister sun to bed and tenderly guards the night for softening lovers lest they be betrayed. Moon is no piece, no mere pawn in this celestial drama, moon is the centre feature, queen of all sighs. She is life’s muse for all that moves together.
Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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“Memory …. is the diary that we all carry about with us.” Oscar Wilde
Memories Are Best Stored In The Heart
My memories live in my heart,
though some are literal,
clogging up space in the house,
chosen pieces of personal value,
a bookmark from a friend,
the novel which once belonged to
my great uncle who died
wrapped in his parachute over Arnhem,
craft my sons made in school that
would make an intruder smile but
which open my heart when I see them,
an old shirt that frames memories,
all tangible and
not all flattering,
ephemeral,
withered by time;
I prefer the portable one’s,
they are always with me
wherever I am.
Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
Filed under Free Verse, life, memory, poem, quote
Photo: southern most section of the Leeuwin – Naturaliste National Park, a typical winter’s day.
“… one cannot look at the sea without wishing for the wings of a swallow.” Sir Richard Francis Burton
In Winter
In June the southern ocean
reflects the winter sky
turning to a foreboding battle-ship grey,
an apt colour for an angry boiling sea
whose tentacles reach out along the shore
to snare the unaware beachcomber,
shooting gouts of dark water everywhere,
swallowing sand as if it were sponge cake,
spewing sea grass and cuttlefish,
and still there are those who dare to
push out into this maelstrom in a tinny
and wrestle the waves,
whereas I prefer my feet on the shore
in winter.
Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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“I am my best work – a series of road maps, reports recipes, doodles, and prayers from the front lines.” Audre Lorde
Self Reading
I traced the contours of the map,
the rise and fall of hills,
long lengths of a glorious river bank,
wooded slopes and rocky outcrops,
contours that reminded me of my
own scarred skin which I could trace
with finger or memory,
each experience body stored for
reference to the rise and fall of days,
long lengths of relationships,
contours that speak of living;
words sometimes blur and bend,
but I would trust myself as map.
Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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At dVerse Mish is hosting Open Link Night the night we choose a poem to post.
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“Change only favours minds that are diligently looking and preparing for discovery.” Louis Pasteur
The Language of Storms
There’s a feeling of relief
when the storm has passed and
all that was anxiously anticipated
failed to materialise (again),
while life rolls on in a truce
between heaven and hell
until a storm interrupts with tension,
stealing our focus,
like the unwelcome visitor,
sickness, accident,
or unpleasant experience,
at some point relief comes and
we return to something called normal
forgetting, until the next time,
and I wonder that we’re missing something,
that storms are not fearful intrusions,
in some unforeseen way
they are our guides,
we just need to pay attention
to the language of storms.
Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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“Winter is a season of recovery and preparation.” Paul Theroux
A Different Song
Winter sings a different song
with words that can make me shiver
and hold my arms tightly against myself,
while rain can cause me to take shelter,
except when simpatico, then I can bear
its gentle impromptu kisses,
whatever its style the rain intrigues me,
at the beginning it is individual
later it is gathered together as one,
the more I watch the rain the more I
want to be gathered as one.
Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
Filed under bush walking, Free Verse, life, poem, quote, seasons
At dVerse Sarah is hosting poetics with an invitation to write a poem using an animal as verb.
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Acting Like Animals
Photo: Magpie, Beelu National Park, Mundaring.
“Like a magpie, I am a scavenger of shiny things: fairy tales, dead languages, weird folk beliefs, fascinating religions, and more.” Laini Taylor
She Knew
She knew that her friends
wondered how much more
stuff she would bring home from
her various treasure hunts around
the opportunity shops,
she cared little for their wondering,
after all, what some would call an
addiction she would brush aside with
– I’m doing my bit for charity,
but even she knew the house was full,
her shiny treasures were piling up
on top of each other in every corner,
she always owned that she magpied,
ever collecting,
only men were elusive.
Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
At dVerse Punam is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write about pepper, any of its forms.
dVerse Poetry – Quadrille – Pass The Pepper Please
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“He who has the pepper may season as he lists.” George Herbert
Just A Little Bit Of Pepper
If you want it fast
till it burns
then try the chilli,
But if you prefer slow warmth,
seduced, invited
then go with pepper
she will awaken your senses
with just a little grind,
and just a little bit of pepper
on your tongue.
Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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Welcome to my personal blog site. I see myself as a free thinker, life explorer, and wisdom collector. Some of my favorite subjects are psychology, philosophy, relationships, society, reading, writing, technology, and lifestyle.
Climate Change
this love fairy fell in love with her ghost
A Love Affair With The Past
Writing, blogging, journaling
Tales from the Life of a Lost Soul
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