“The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand.” Frederic Lawrence Knowles
That Time Again Tilt for tat, the ground shifted so, it was that time again when moon put on her evening wear and danced a little anticipation of solstice in advent of summer's welcome return to evenings of wine and stars on cicada wings, and thermal balm as love floated so gauche with seasoned knowing. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
VJs Weekly Challenge – Pathetic Fallacy (conveying emotions/mood using references to weather).
“An optimist is the human personification of spring.” Susan J. Bissonette
Everything My vulnerable bones fulminate against winter's lingering chill and my mouth speaks mistily of earth's grand tilt south up, as Helios smiles dispelling the grey oppression of now parting in weak resistance to the coming light that warms a promise of hope as nature speaks in loud colours of life, birthing out of rain's pregnant desire for something fresh, new, verdant, in my deepest self, where buds are coiled in wait of springing forth into the very next moment of the unmeasured joy of everything. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.” Emily Dickinson
At My Drifting Edge How to desribe the bigness of life with the impatient failings of words that judge and hem us in making meaning so small, skirting round the yeasty feltness of things that desire to rise and grow, life is big, love is bigger, an encompass of the wholeness of we, but I found at my drifting edge of view a simple grey feather, a dovely gift of no decimal value that in its dullness shone with promises of hope, that all the coin of the world could never be given receipt. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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VJs Weekly Challenge – Satisfying
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“There will never be complete satisfaction in this life, satisfaction is an illusion …” Amit Kalantri
What might we agree that is truly satisfying?
this definition of perpetual waiting
for the next moment or event in time,
what is satisfying is only in the moment
here now, gone tomorrow,
and, when the moment comes,
it dies before it is born,
and yet we go on seeking,
sometimes missing life
in hot pursuit of this
elusive experience.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com.
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dVerse Poets – Open Link Night
Photo: Billyacatting Reserve
“Leaves are verbs that conjugate the seasons.” Gretel Erlich
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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Video taken July 2018 at Redgate Beach, Western Australia. It was so windy I was having trouble balancing as testified by the camera wobble. As I pan to the left, what should be open sandy beach is awash with waves and sand loss. It has been stormy here again this week as autumn gives way to winter once again.
The old engine is thrumming again,
nature’s pistons pounding the beach,
sand ever giving way,
what other choice could there be
in the face of such force?
Resistance?
Or surrender
and be one with all,
either way is death,
but only one is enlightening.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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dVerse Poets – Open Link Night 241 – April
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Notably, April is autumn in Australia and is less visually distinct, except for the introduction of deciduous plants which change colour and shed their leaves. In contrast most eucalypts shed all year round, and the only noticeable colouring of autumn is the green grass. But in the northern hemisphere it is spring. April means, following the Latin aperire, to open. I’m going with spring for this poem.
She was more than a little shy,
slow to blossom and
reluctant to show,
she clung to the covers of winter
fearing she’d catch cold,
but one warm day she unfurled
her buds so beautiful
limbs slender yet full
her nakedness was
utterly bewitching,
but only for a moment,
what really captivated
was the way she opened
inwardly for everyone
and touched the eyes
of their hearts.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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Photo provided Patricias Place
Grey clouds the harbinger
soon the gift of the heavens will be bestowed
and earth will sigh and drink again,
I will run along that hill naked,
rejoicing in every drop.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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Photo: Borannup Forest, an autumnal hue.
I sat in the sun
as summer gave way to autumn while
I listened to the earth’s perambulation
as Solomon waxed lyrical
about all manner of things binary,
I drifted off at some point
becoming more aware of
how things blend and meld
how discontinuity and dissonance
are ever turning in my days
and how perennial experience can be
in the cycles of life,
most especially when we think we’re done
with all of that stuff,
I was struck by the miscellany of seasons
and how nature turns up
without Gregorian appointment
in a kairosian space
where all is awakening
and where peace with everything
is never too late.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Note: Καιρος (Kairos) is a Greek word from ancient times that carries the meaning of opportune time, more specifically in Jewish and Christian thinking it carries the meaning of God’s timing. I have bent the word to make kairosian.
Paul, pvcan.com
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We agreed on this much,
that the seasons were changing, disordered in fact,
more snow, more rain, more heat than before,
new seasons were evolving,
but, out of fear, we chose ignorance over facts.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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