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Her Scarf – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

VJs Weekly Challenge – Smell

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“The pain passes, but the beauty remains.” Pierre August Renoir

Her Scarf

He heard nothing,
not the car doors or
murmurs of the gathered,
or the city swirling past,
how could he when this
day had come in spite
of his standing hard fast
against it as folly in a 
paper boat in a wild 
and raging sea,
his sail her scarf, an
amulet of what had been,
it was enough,
just the smell of her
would help him through
this darkened hour
that spoke of endings,
he felt her smile and 
sailed forth as 
the priest intoned not
knowing that the horizon
was not an edge.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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via Daily Prompt: Launch


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Sometimes even the sheer effort can be daunting, all the prep, all the organising and the getting there, but once launched, it’s really worth it. There’s something really meditative about kayaking, the smell of the water, salty downstream, brackish upstream. There’s plenty for the eye to rejoice in, dolphins, stingrays, King George Whiting, black swans and a host of birdlife (some migratory). There are sounds too, birds calling, wind rustling vegetation. And there’s the sound of the water lapping on the side of the kayak, and the sound of my paddle as it divides the water and pushes. But it is not overly intrusive, the kayak is gentle on its surrounds, respectful of nature. The fish and birds come close, they trust the quiet nature of this vessel, and so do I, it is an invitation to presence and calm, even stillness (which is not an absence of movement per se). When I launch the kayak, I launch into something too, something deep.



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