“For me, the opposite of scarcity is not abundance. It’s enough.” Brene Brown
So I'll Say It Again Perhaps it hasn't been said or, if it has, then too quietly under the roar of everything, and not-with-standing all that is ill round about us, right down to the wire of possible despair, whether we're counting moments or holding the long view of it, is knowing that this is not all there is, there is always something more. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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“Once a government is committed to the principle of silencing the voice of opposition, it has only one way to go, and that is down the path of increasingly repressive measures, until it becomes a source of terror to all its citizens and creates a country where everyone lives in fear.” Harry S. Truman
How Can It Be? How can it be that the one who dared to tell what needed to be told, should always be told, is the one who must be sacrificed for breaking the rules of the most splendid game, the game where we pretend that we don't know that we know? Why must one person be vilified that others may be dignified in their ethical lying and strategic misinformation that protects their power and presumed authority that looks very much like corporate narcissism on the rampage, creating and consuming their victims with impunity and disdain? How can it be that we let them? Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
Filed under Free Verse, injustice, poem, politics, quote
“Men Argue. Nature acts.” Voltaire
What Hand Will You Play? One should always designate the joker early, you never know when a crisis will arise, often at the eleventh hour but also the first, what hand will you play as the earth burns? You never know when a crisis will arise, the deck is smouldering but no one notices, what hand will you play as the earth burns? Show the wild card that we might turn the game. The deck is smouldering but no one notices, we're all holding close and sweating it out, show the wild card that we might turn the game, the hour is early, the hour is late, play it sweet. We're all holding close and sweating it out, often at the eleventh hour but also the first, the hour is early, the hour is late, play it sweet, one should always designate the joker early. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
Filed under awareness, environment, Pantoum, quote
At dVerse Mish is hosting Open Link Night where we are invited to post a poem of our own choosing.
dVerse Poets – OLN – Blast Off
“Noise creates illusions. Silence brings truth.” Maxime Lagace
Those Words Must Wait There are times when I cannot speak, when the story simply won't come, because those words must wait until they can be placed in an understanding and be fully received so that they are not lost in the noise that is everywhere, where they will be swallowed up and ruined before they have time to birth an idea, a meaning, possibilities for the world. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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“The moment is not found by seeking it, but by ceasing to escape from it.” James Pierce
Somewhere Between Where am I? I know I'm here, but not yet really here, I am somewhere else, always I am somewhere else, and just when I eschew the tentacles of the past or the talons of the future, I am right there and not here, which is where I desire to be. Instead, I am somewhere between heart and mind, a limbo, not a road. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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At dVerse Sanaa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem about August.
Of course August differs across the globe and I live in Australia (which has its own variations) so a great opportunity to say something of August from the south.
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Sometimes August Isn’t Recognised
“In our opinion August is not the best time to visit Australia ….” Weather & Climate
Enduring August August, yes you, you cold bastard, rattling loose my roof sheets, knocking down my fences, wounding my beloved trees, flooding my private spaces, leaving me sleepless, worried, stressed, heart pounding with every shrill screech of your forceful breath on my eaves and panes of fragile protection, I yearn for your end and pray for gentle spring, while enduring your bitter and splintered wintry grief. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
At dVerse Merril is hosting Haibun Monday with an invitation to look up, and write about the experience.
dVerse Poets – Haibun – Look Up
“Everything in the universe has a rhythm, everything dances.” Maya Angelou
The Whole View My experiences of looking up are experiences of momentarily leaving myself, placing myself in the cosmos, letting go any singular rootedness and finding community with all things and all beings, animate and inanimate, rocks and trees, mountains, the sky and all it holds. I don't feel diminished by the bigness of it all, I feel included, and I feel moved to include all things. In that sense of acceptance comes a deep sense of harmony and belonging for me. To look at the grandeur of a tree and trace its linear circuitry, to reach out to the sky and know its infinity, to view the mountain and feel its strength and presence, are deeply moving for me. Looking up at this mountain reminds I am not the centre of life, not even my own, I am simply a part of the whole that seeks life together. To look up at this mountain is a reminder that I have no control over it and no need to do so. The call of this mountain is to take pleasure in its gift of diverse experiences that enable me to know a little more about life and who I am and a lot of letting go and not knowing. Looking up the mount I saw the heavens opened jasmine tea goes cold Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
Filed under bush walking, ecology, Haibun, Haiku, life, meditation, mindfulness, Mountaineering, nature, quote
“A fishing pole is a stick with a hook at one end and a fool on the other.” Samuel Johnson
Beware The Hooks My friend's father took us fishing one night, he took time to explain that I should be very careful with the hook because should my flesh become hooked the hook could only go one way through my finger and that would be really painful, and I believed him, but what of other hooks that pass painfully through us, you know the ones, yes? Are we equally as careful with them? Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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“The measure of intelligence is the ability to change.” Albert Einstein
What Do You Fear? Fear has curled its fetid sinews around our collective human throat choking the brain and placing us solely in the amygdala, reactive, angry, turgid, anachronistic egos looking for a past to make sense of the future, taking refuge in childhood memories, seeking comfort in the midst of change by attacking everything that arises as progress, as does every generation; equality, divergence, health, gay, trans, what does it matter to you, did you miss out, will you be murdered in your sleep by a view of difference, or is it that you can't accept that what mummy taught you isn't quite right? Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
Filed under Free Verse, identity, life, mindfulness, poem, quote
“A very faustian choice is upon us: whether to accept our corrosive and risky behaviour as the unavoidable price of population and economic growth, or to take stock of ourselves and search for a new environmental ethic.” E.O. Wilson
The Moment The moment between asking and answering a question is the moment of significant weight waiting to shift, one way or another to fall or to rise, to the left or the right, and in the moment identifying our own game of denial. Is the moment of significant weight waiting to shift merely a trope of the human imaginative longing, one way or another to fall or to rise, to the left or the right, or is it perhaps a significant axial irruption in our midst? Merely a trope of the human imaginative longing, suggesting that there is no salvific moment beyond dreams, or is it perhaps a significant axial irruption in our midst, at best our childish myths deserted our desperate need. Suggesting that there is no salvific moment beyond dreams, one way or another to fall or to rise, to the left or the right, at best our childish myths deserted our desperate need, the moment between asking and answering a question. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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