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The Real Story – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Late afternoon sun across our campsite at Boondi Rock, gimlets reaching for the sky and casting shadows.

“Friendship is a sheltering tree.” Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The Real Story

Trees tower over me reaching for the sun,
speaking to the sky in words beyond me,
with ancient meaning lingering the boughs,

∼ but the real story is an understory spoken ∽

soft and low, gently grazing my ears with 
a delicate language greater than height of
fine soul thirsty for the traffic of connection.

Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Simply The Moment – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: atop Boondi Rock in the Boorabbin National Park, a great place to lose the clamour of the daily grind.

“The ability to be in the present moment is a major component of mental wellness.” Abraham Maslow

Simply The Moment

Some of today we gave to many futures,
then we fell into our living memoirs of 
triumphs past and things best forgotten,

∽ but the interlude was so glorious ∼

where we held against all polarities,
stopping time right in its dual tracks
by simply observing the moment.

Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Where I Cannot – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannot

Video: segment of Lesmurdie Brook in the Mundy Regional Park, early winter flow.

“Nothing is softer or more flexible than water, yet nothing can resist it.” Lao Tzu

Where I Cannot

Redoubtable, the granite holds sway,
forcing me to wend my way transversely, 
finding paths of accomodation unlike

∼ the gentle brook who travels with ease ∽

Casting aside the rock as if butter,
shifting sand and tree alike,
smoothing paths where I cannot.

Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Note: The park name Mundy, commemorates a leader of the Beelu Aboriginal people at the time of white settlement, he was one of the most important and successful negotiators for Perth's Whadjuk community.


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Healing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: a section of jarrah forest post controlled burn in the Beelu National, Park Mundaring.

Since the 2019/2020 national fire disaster debate has focussed on a number of positive possibilities for better fire control, especially Indigenous Cultural Fire methods which are cool fires. One of the beliefs around Cultural Fire is its capacity to be a healing process, much like the North American Indigenous belief that fire is healing.

“Cultural fire means everything. It means healing Country and when you heal Country you heal people.” Wurundjeri Elder – Dave Wandin


Blackened trunks of last year's controlled burn,
the ravages of heat intense to the sensitive eye,
some have fallen while others are resisting change,

∼ some have survived to show the tale of life ∽

Of fragile, selfless community transforming together,
how green vibrantly shines and wouldn't be the same
without the healing narrative of blackened trunks.

Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Shaped By The Sea – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Segment of the dunes where Elllensbrook meets the Indian Ocean.

“Looking at beauty in the world, is the first step of purifying the mind.” Amit Ray

Shaped By The Sea

Naked you are upon this open shore,
exposed as honest cracks and crags,
a weary bulwark against the mighty sea,

∽ even so, what rugged beauty emanates ∼

from this garden shaped by the sea,
sparse and roughly tendered delight,
perfectly textured for all to see.

Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Rain Sang – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: rain on the south coast looking west to the light house at Leeuwin.

“The little reed, bending to the force of the wind, soon stood upright again when the storm had passed over.” Aesop

Rain Sang

The storm thundered in across the bay
like a drum roll on sheet-metal,
while the wind played tunes with leaves,

∼ and rain sang its song of healing ∽

Passing slowly across the grey sky,
falling to kiss the earth with life,
bringing silence and calm in its wake.

Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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The Freedom To Dance – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: Animal sanctuary at Flynn, Alice Springs, NT. wrens skittering along.

“Wrens are well known for picking up and leaving whenever they feel the need.” Bernadette King

The Freedom To Dance

Tiny, delicate, insignificant wrens,
skittering oblivious past our feet,
dancing, looking for crumbs

∽ of excitement leading to life ∼

which they unwittingly offer to us
through their significant testimony
to the freedom to dance into life.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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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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