Small Ways – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Merril is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a Puente – a poem with a bridge.

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Build a Bridge

Photo: Tree growing from rock at Leda Reserve

“A river cuts through rock, not because of its power, but because of its persistence.” James N. Watkins

Small Ways

I think it's in the very small ways,
the infinitesimal, inconsequential actions
of fidelity to simplicity in all things

∽ that enables me to change ∼

the greater injustices around me,
slowly, incrementally, as I change myself
to an infidelity to complexity in all things.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Present Moment – Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Frank is hosting the Haibun (prose + haiku) with an invitation to write about the present moment.

dVerse Poets – Haibun – The Present Moment

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“If you are depressed, you are living in the past. If you are anxious, you are living in the future. But, if you are at peace, you are living in the present.” Lao Tzu

The Present Moment

If I try to, I cannot reach back into all my yesterdays and reclaim them. And, even if I could, all that I would achieve is a reconstruction of days as perfect past moments. So I cannot reach back and hold any moment as it was. Besides I don't want to, the past is the past and best left as formative memory for better or worse.

The future eludes me in smoke and mirrors, the pathway is unclear, no plan is foolproof. Besides, if I could see even just a little ahead I would be adjusting my approach towards the perfect experience.

The most abiding feeling I have is of the fleeting present moment. That moment, the blinking of an eye, the moment between the inward and outward breath, which passes so quickly. These moments come and go and I have learned to treasure them before they slip into yesterday. But, to be in the present moment, I have to be present. 

under the branches
my inward and outward breath
present moment held.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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The Trees Need Pruning – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: found at northescambia.com showing citrus canker.

“The trees which are pruned, watered and nurtured by caring hands bear the greatest fruits; it is the same with people.” Bryant McGill

The Trees Need Pruning

Who sets the rules,
how do we renegotiate the public space,
will trust ever re-emerge past the deep
suspicion that has been birthed in us,
formed by the canker of the rotting fruit
of moral crises, whose pith is obscene 
resistance to justice and the disturbing 
mnemonic of the slaughterhouses of
power, we have been here before, 
but now, more than ever, the trees 
need pruning.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Finally – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Jarrah Loops Trail, autumn.

“Delicious Autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.” George Eliot

Finally

Autumn finally arrived,
although it was already quietly
lurking in the corner of my eyes,
having slept in, ignoring summer's
alarm well past the expected,
slowly disrobing to bare limbs
and those austere, rosy tones,
precursors to winter's grey wilds,
and cosy, snug hibernation.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Who Is This? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“There are a hundred roads through the world that are easier than loving. But who wants easier?” Mary Oliver

Who Is this?

Who is this who speaks to you of love,
when all is fractured and fragmented 
and love itself has become so vulnerable
to the predation of romantic blasphemy.

When all is fractured and fragmented
we are such a mixture of joy and grief,
to the predation of romantic blasphemy,
will love beyond shame be possible.

We are such a mixture of joy and grief,
expressed in a language that moves us,
will love beyond shame be possible,
is meaning completely lost in this world.

Expressed in a language that moves us,
and love itself has become so vulnerable,
is meaning completely lost in this world,
who is this who speaks to you of love?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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This One Moment – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“When you do something, you should burn yourself up completely, like a good bonfire, leaving no trace of yourself.” Shunryu Suzuki

This One Moment

Coarse tatami like leaves underfoot,
the delicate swish of ancient silk
proclaiming the moment of pause,
as raku bowls are filled in succession,
thick or thin all is green as ever was
wafting through the garden of time,
close to the door of the ceremony
where the bowl is carefully offered
for this ritual of possibility in this 
one moment of encounter.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Free To Roam – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“Speech is a part of thought.” Oliver Sacks

Free To Roam

Words often float in the ether
untethered, free to be anything
other than intended for that is 
the nature of release, they are
no longer confined to a singular, 
primitive view of the self, 
they are set free to roam at will 
and make sense in moments 
not of our making, if we would 
but listen when they return to 
us by different roads.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Awaiting – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – I’m Bored

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“Boredom is rage spread thin.” Paul Tillich

Awaiting

When the monitor screen runs flat and 
everything is flavoured chalk, I bore 
holes in the universe to see what 
leaks down the strands of my mind,
resisting the blind rut of ordinary days,
those vanilla plays fritted to dust and,
when the portal opens the river flows,
like milk and honey as caramel as 
smiling stars and the gaze of a
tangerine sun, the air electric with 
held breath awaiting the creative new.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Want Some Bother? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse De is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to use the word bother or some form of it.

dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Bother

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“The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting.” Sun Tzu

Want Some Bother?

The bar humming good,
a well oiled crowd humoured up,
but you know how it is, a slip, 
a nudge in innocent times,
he went off, threatening all in
his path until one leaned in
with a steely eye, "ere', you
want some bother?"

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Will We? – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: thecourier.co.uk LONDON, DECEMBER 21: Environmental protesters of Extinction Rebellion group take part in a demonstration outside BBCs headquarters in London.

“The earth is not dying, it is being killed, and those who are killing it have names and addresses.” Utah Phillips

Will We?

Are we living in denial of our roots in the natural world,
what game of double dare are we playing so late,
willow risk taking a step to awakening and be unfurled?

Could we possibly make a stand above the divisions twirled,
and let go the ancient castes of expected eager fixation,
are we living in denial of our roots in the natural world?

How will we deal with all that heated invective hurled,
so shamefaced that we are easily silenced to inaction,
will we risk taking a step to awakening and be unfurled?

As we face the furnace of resistance in which we are knurled,
what chance that we will stand on the ramparts urgent,
are we living in denial of our roots in the natural world?

Will nature hear us shout justice and not just mutter purled,
surely we have nothing left to lose at this late hour,
will we risk taking a step to awakening and be unfurled?

Why are we so reluctant and seeking to be safe and curled,
times are desperate so what have we got to lose but gain,
are we living in denial of our roots in the natural world,
will we risk taking a step to awakening and be unfurled?

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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