“On this path let your heart be the guide.” Rumi
Am I am at the edge, beyond the vanishing horizon, where wave and shore become one and where sand lines are being effortlessly redrawn by those who are nowhere to be seen, though deep down I suspect they are real, forcing me to look closer at my ambivalence towards the world and know that I must draw my own lines, whose strands will never unravel in the face of the strange tides ahead. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
“People have always wanted answers to the big questions.” Stephen Hawking
I Have A Question You lit the candle and said the words, you turned six times and stirred the dust, you drank the bitter herbs and danced, calmness descended, peace emanated, perhaps it is the repetition in dark times that helps, but are these rituals marking time, a deja vu that holds a pattern, are they a tourniquet that restricts any forward flow, or do they protect you from falling to the past, or do they imprison you in disintegrated worlds? Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
Filed under Free Verse, life, mindfulness, Philosophy/Theology, poem, quote
“Consider what story you want to tell.” Marie Brennan
Better To Question My nature is to question, to give an answer can, on the occasion of your being somewhat lost, be very helpful when I direct you to the very place you want to get to, but only geographically, no one really wants or even needs solutions to what they intuitively know they must experience along life's road, our story is simply that, our story, we cannot be anyone else's story. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
“Politics: “Poli” a Latin word meaning “many” and “tics” meaning “bloodsucking creatures.” Robin Williams
Bloodsuckers We Promoted Why the fear of a lone dark walk as the wind whistles round the ancient stones with only the moon as friend, why be troubled by shadows that move as the mind worries, why the concern for the imagined soft swish of wings, be it Dracul or some other night beast lusting your blood, why bother with such fictions of the night when the realities of the day are far more compelling and terrifying, the real sharp teeth belonging to those we trusted with public office. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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“The forest makes your heart gentle, You become one with it … No place for greed or anger there.” Pha Pachak
Are We Listening? Do winds come to die, or the ocean exhaust itself upon the shore, are trees silent before the storms of humanity, does grass wither? You might think it if you took no time to stop and listen, for trees speak in silences and grass always regenerates, while oceans shout in their return, winds take time to rest and even the soil speaks if we would but listen. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
Filed under awareness, bush walking, Country, environment, Free Verse, life, nature, poem, quote
At dVerse Misky is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem about food.
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Bon Appetit Food Poetry
“I would eat my way into perdition to taste you.” Jeanette Winterson
Sweet Pomegranate Your flesh so firm and rubenesquely rounded, much the colour of a red wild rose, though less of the wild of heart and so hard to get to, needing to grasped firmly and torn apart until your womb surrenders a thousand seed of your life-blood bleeding down my chin as I rake your inner flesh for want of more. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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“Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.” Robert Frost
Big Why does the sound of a car like that in the early evening set me on edge, not in a fearful way, not in a knowing way, although I remember my youth, but in the way it undoes my sense of equilibrium without even trying? That violin in Massenet's Thais as a meditation unfolds my heart in ways that open me to a rush of feelings that are confusing, always colliding, why is it that I am so happy when yet I am sad, melancholic in orchestrations? How can it be that new discoveries make me pine for campus days and raw, original thoughts, now lost in the annals of acquiescence to the facade of the realities of routinised living, detached, yet bubbling below my surfaced life? Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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“To sit in the shade on a fine day and look upon verdure is the most perfect refreshment.” Jane Austen
The Day's Joyful Decay Languorous days like thin batter smoothly poured, filling the crevices and cracks of an otherwise ordinary hazy day with lazy pleasures now piled up in the sink, an upturned book, a pack of cards, and chilled white wine warming in the rosewater light of autumn swoon, the stillness undisturbed in the day's joyful decay. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
“International aid is just another praetorian business enterprise.” Arundhati Roy
Tax Deductible The paralysis of the west is its deep, unspoken anxiety of imposter syndrome, that it is a living lie of heroes and bare trinket chests covered in cheap, gaudy promises of solutions wrapped in dreams of self-serving outcomes pretending to be hope, masquerading as moral piety, offering platitudes chained in addiction. The anxiety of the west is rooted in its narcissism. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
Filed under Economics, food, Free Verse, life, mindfulness, poem, politics, quote
“Always be a first rate-version of yourself and not a second-rate version of someone else.” Judy Garland
Better The Full Flavoured Precarity Life is essentially taking off other people's faces and learning to live what is behind our own, accepting that which arises from within, rather than seeking external stimulus as validation like a mantle one puts on when seeking affirmation, or projecting convenient lies of success for a kiss, complete fakery in exchange for smooth living that tastes like chalk, better the full flavoured life even when a little precarity lurks at its edges. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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Haiku of Becoming
Mere khayal aap tak..
Worded emotions no one cared about and were forgotten
Reclaim Your Writing
journeying the vision.
Where love finds a way!
“ ran out of things to dream ”
Learning, unlearning and rephrasing
Lightning dark corners
Forthright and Fruitful
In the Name of God, the Most Compassionate, the Most Merciful
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