Fig leaves – but they are part of a fig seedling growing out of a Cape Lilac Tree – wonderful symbiosis which is not even normal.
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A Curious Thing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
A Curious Thing
A curious thing so bright and bold,
such a contrast to the snow?
what on earth is it for?
Superman booth?
Underpants on the outside,
of course.
A telephone,it says,
I vaguely remember one once,
on my grandmother’s bench,
in her retirement home,
but just to be sure,
I’ll just Google it,
of course.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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3.2.1 Quote Me! Nomination – Imagination
Painting: “Easter” by ©Paul Vincent Cannon
It was a pleasant surprise to be nominated for the 3.2.1 Quote Me! A big thank you to msjadeli at tao-talk.com and please check out her blog.
I will post two quotes dedicated to the Topic of the Day, which is Imagination. The origin of the challenge comes from Rory This is a fun way to challenge, so thank you msjadeli and to Rory for the opportunity to take part. And please check out his blog.
If you are curious and love quotes then check out the 3.2.1 Quote Me! Directory at 3.2.1 Quote Me! Directory
Topic For Today: “Imagination”
“It is of course ironical that I, a psychiatrist, should at almost every step of my experiment have run into the same psychic material which is the stuff of psychosis and is found in the insane. This is the fund of unconscious images which fatally confuse the mental patient. But it is also the matrix of a mythopoeic imagination which has vanished from our rational age. Though such imagination is present everywhere, it is both tabooed and dreaded, so that it even appears to be a risky experiment or a questionable adventure to entrust oneself to the uncertain path that leads into the depths of the unconscious.
It is considered the path of error, of equivocation and misunderstanding. I am reminded of Goethe’s words “Now let me dare to open wide the gate/past which men’s steps have ever flinching trod.” The second part of Faust too, was more than a literary exercise. It is a link in the Aurea Catena which has existed from the beginnings of philosophical alchemy and Gnosticism down to Nietzsche’s Zarathrustra. Unpopular, ambiguous, and dangerous, it is a voyage of discovery to the other pole of the world.” Carl Jung, Memories, Dreams and Reflections.
and …
“Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.” Lewis Carroll
Both quotes are very close to my heart.
Rules:
Thank the nominator.
Post two quotes for the dedicated topic of the day.
Select three bloggers to take part in the 3.2.1 Quote Me!
*Note: Although it is a Topic For The Day there is in fact no specific deadline which means you are free to participate when you can.
My Nominees are:
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Unattended Things – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: unsplash.com The forgotten item – the root meaning of oblivion is to forget.
Unattended Things
All those years ago,
throughout the nights,
I harboured you beneath my bed,
though the covers kept me safe from
your glinty eyes and sulphurous breath.
And, though I feared your teeth might
take my legs as I’d leave my
doona castle,
one day I took my sword,
and slew you.
Or, so I thought, for
as the years have passed
I have sensed your resurrection,
now you dwell in my interior castle,
midst my shadow self,
with all those unattended things,
that have teeth enough to
take me whole,
should I forget you.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Quench Me – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: mymoodonmymind.com
Quench Me
We met in a tempest
and kindled a furnace of love,
I drank of her deeply,
yet my thirst was unquenched,
and I knew that I must drink of her again.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Cafe Prophets
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Cafe Prophets
Like some millenarian sect
we huddled over our espresso,
reading the bitter dregs,
auguries of something dark,
quoting Nietzsche dire,
plotting the world,
tilting at paper windmills,
drinking in the end of all that was nigh.
But the singer interrupted
and set us straight,
upbraiding our naivety,
setting a vision
of worlds yet unseen,
horizons unpassed,
lovers unheld,
life to be lived,
not in chairs
or thaumaturgy,
but in the muck and mess of life
out along the streets.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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The Plight Of The Bumble Bee
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The Plight Of The Bumble Bee
Carbon sucker punch
with chemical balm,
the bees are bummed,
dropping dead down.
It’s not just the honey,
there’ll be no fruit,
nature’s little cupid is caput,
the bee-eaters are thinning,
a global emergency is upon us now.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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A Spell Of Tea – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
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A Spell Of Tea
So still,
spindle and needle lie forlorn,
your breathing so shallow,
you awaken from the longest slumber
with the aroma of fresh Darjeeling.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Aced By Love – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Squash or racquetball, depending where you live, is, in my view, a skilful ricochet or rebound game. If you look closely, you will see a trajectory line showing an impending shot.
Aced By Love
Confused, I looked around,
I swear I saw a reflection,
I craned and there you were,
left of field.
You flashed a smile,
it ricochetted every chamber,
my heart aflutter.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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The Parenthesis Of Silence – Published
My poem “The Parenthesis of Silence” has been published on Spillwords.
The Parenthesis of Silence – at Spillwords
If you haven’t been to Spillwords you are missing out.
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