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There Is Colour – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Wild Card

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V.J. has set a challenge to look over the past week’s writing and choose a word or phrase that repeats and write about that. Well my word is colour …

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There Is Colour

He said,
he really did,
he didn’t even blink
there was no guile,
sincere, he just let it out
“I just don’t see colour.”
Well, there you go
in your disregard
focussing on self
issuing platitudes and
diminishing a fundamental
heartfelt me, we and us,
with a blancmange of nothingness,
while everywhere
there is is colour to be celebrated,
and not just white!

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul,  pvcann.com

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Ms Palette – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Colour – RDP Sunday

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Photo: ivy.edu.au

“The purest and most thoughtful minds are those which love colour the most.”  John Ruskin

 

Ms Palette

Some people are very grey,
while some are plain beige,
that’s who they are,
others, unfortunately,
are determinedly black or white
and entirely predictable,
some are bohemian rainbows,
free spirits,
some,
like my girl,
colour my day.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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Caress of Colour

Insipid – Word of the Day

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Caress of Colour

We had the wine and talked the hours,
drank each other deep.
As the dark veil of time slipped away
we set the place alight.

We crossed with ease the Rubicon
as we unlocked each other,
translating eyes and coded sighs,
those portals of the soul.

I held your words then set them free,
and there I saw you true.
No dun, no dull, no alabaster,
your love, the caress of colour.

©Paul Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

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Together

Plethora – Word of the Day

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Augusta, the beach near Skippy Rock.

A plethora Black Nerita (Nerita atramentosa) a type of Mollusc or sea snail, lining the beach. Tough little shells, but such tender contents, surrendered to the ravages of tide and sun, or predators. Somehow, though they are a common and certainly not a beautiful shell, together en mass they make an eyecatching vista along the shore, one that pleases the eye and draws you to them. Wrecked, faded, empty, but yet varied, together a canvas of colour.

A single shell might go unnoticed, but no one could ignore a multitude. Together their faded, ordinary selves become something else, something to behold. Together there is a strength never achieved alone. What is singularly ordinary with many becomes a spectacle. As we approached this section the shells stood out boldly, and we stood for some time taking it all in.

It’s an analogy that works for me, the idea of being imperfect, a little broken, some faded, all different. That if we apply that to humanity, it works. Individually we are fine, but together we can be more, our colour shows, we are stronger, varied yet one in some ways. We complement each other, enable each other, provoke and challenge, support and carry at times. And we too are sometimes empty, broken, a little faded. Life can be awesome, but it can also be flat at times, and it can be painful too. Community doesn’t have to be clautrophobic, cloying, or homogenous. Like the shells that line the beach we can line each other’s lives with connection, closeness, time, support and more. Together we bring out each other’s colour.

sole black nerita
faded, empty, washed up
now we shimmer blue

©Paul Cannon

Paul,

pvcann.com

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Glorious

via Daily Prompt: Glorious

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I think, no, I feel sunsets are glorious. I can be moved by the colour, the moment, the changing sky, the movement of colour, the shadows, light and dark, So much going on, I often feel like I’m breathless as I watch in awe. The birdsong changes, and so does my sense of body and life. And in that moment I feel my place, not small in a negative sense, but small as in not sole or singular, rather, feeling a part of the internetwork of nature, an awareness returns of the primitive and lost sense of relationship with brother sun, sister moon and mother earth. I am, because we are! I am not the controller but the receiver of this wonderful gift. Glorious in every way.

Paul

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Overcome by Rugged Beauty

via Daily Prompt: Overcome

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Australia has many gorges, and many natural features that astound and take your breath away (if you’re open to it). The Photo is of a gorge near the Tjukurla community the water is part of  the Bungabiddy rockhole. I am always overcome by the rugged beauty, the texture, the smells, the light, the sounds of birds, the colours, the plants, and underpinning it – the quiet. To touch, to see, to feel, to hear, to embody. They’re the very things I like to be overcome with.

Paul

pvcann.com

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