The Mother - A Poem By Paul Vincent Cannon
The Mother - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Note: I saw a photo today that records a young boy gathering pieces of his mother who was blown up in yet another Israeli bombing of Gaza. Photo: The Associated Press, 24.3.25 at aol.com More dead in Gaza as Israel breaks ceasefire. “We stare at each other’s faces, scared yet happy that so far, our lives have been spared.” Mosab Abu Toha The MotherCan he put her together again,put together her…
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Not Missing Anything - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: waterandnature.org “And puddles glimmering in my mind” John Masefield Not Missing AnythingMotes gathercataractically in thecorners of your eyes,time fritters your wallsof brittle doubt,yesterday you knewtoday you don't needthat obsession,now, you just enjoypuddle-jumping angstriddled pavements,waving the tour busgoodbye and breathingwith ease, not holdingeverything, not…
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Return To Mystery - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Image by ivan eduardo frias araujo from Pixabay “I love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.” Pablo Neruda Return To MysteryIn the flush of love all thingsbelong to a liminal perspective,as time draws on, the earth ofromance can settle to a knowingwhich wasn't known before,as time moves we can lose themystery to a dull beat in whichanticipation…
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Chou - haiku by Paul Vincent Cannon
Image by Steve Buissinne from Pixabay “The bite into the round jubilance of peach.” Li-Young Lee Chou Any name might doeight immortals of the fruit,exalted spring peach Copyright 2024 ©️Paul Vincent CannonAll Rights Reserved ®️ Not: the Chinese ideogram shou or Chou is based by shape on the pit of a peach.
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Entropic - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Image: neurosciencenews.com “In each item’s rightful place, lies the secret to peaceful days.” Michael Anderson Entropic The house gods were rumbling,a certain volume of discord some resonance, vibratoentropy - everything expected isbehind the unexpected,the erased layershave reappeared Kondo would faint,but even she wouldn't sandwich the tailsor permit the elvesto pile sand in the bedor smear…
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Potter's Passion - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Image by Jean-Dominique POUPEL from Pixabay “As the potter’s hands shape each mound …” Rabindranath Tagore Potter's PassionTo plunge my hands into its sticky, creamy wetnessthat's a thing,too dry it cracks, breaksif wet as slurry nothing holds,but if it's just rightyou can feel its soulsqueeze its firmness to a form, shape, orsome distortiontowards fame,its fulness is alive. Copyright 2025…
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As Long As I Can Fly - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
At dVerse Melissa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem using the photographic work of Michale Sammut (by permission). For all the photos and more detail follow the link below: dVerse Poets – Poetics – Art In Nature I have chosen this Photo by Michael Sammut – many thanks Michael – check out his wonderful work here Michael Sammut Photo: Ruddy Turnstone by Michael Sammut “A…
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Startup converts used wind turbine blades into boats, recycling fibreglass and resins
Individual sheets of fibreglass are notoriously difficult to recycle. Once layered together with resin — to form bathtubs, roofing panels, or aircraft components — peeling them back apart usually means shredding the end product into tiny pieces, then submerging them in tubs of heated solvent under high pressure. Needless to say, the recovered shreds of fibre and glass are not especially useful, or cheap.
This is a problem for the wind industry, whose turbine blades are essential hundred-metre-long, fibreglass tubes. Once they’ve served their 30-year-lifespans, unloading them on landfills is unpopular at best, banned (in some countries) at worst.
Getting around the “submersion problem” took a team of boatbuilders from Pleasantville, Nova Scotia to work out. While researching sustainable boat materials, Nick Bigeau — a professional boatbuilder for 15 years — came across recyclable resins, and the possibility of recovering and reusing intact sheets of fibreglass from otherwise inseparable end products.
“I had this idea of building a 17-foot boat with these resins,” says Bigeau. “Then I’d recycle it and build a replica from the recycled materials.”
Their “eureka moment” came in December 2022, and by September 2023, their new recycling method — called ReceTT — was patent-pending under the auspice of their new venture, Resolve Composites. It’s around this time that Bigeau became aware of the wind industry’s plight, and the potential of ReceTT to change the game. Why recycle a boat into a boat, he thought, when they could recycle a blade into a boat?
Siemens Gamesa is the second largest wind turbine manufacturer on the planet, and is leading the charge on recyclable resins in the wind industry. Recognizing the potential of ReceTT, in October 2023 they gifted Resolve Composites a 20-foot section of blade, 27 layers of fibreglass deep, held together by recyclable resin. By January 2024, Bigeau and his team had broken the blade into 162 kilograms of reuseable fibreglass sheets.
With this fibreglass, they’re constructing the hull of a Bantam Bay 17 Skiff, a project equal parts demonstration and experimentation — showing off the work of ReceTT while at the same time refining their methods.
Restoration - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: news.com.au “If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other” Thich Nhat Hanh RestorationThat day, whenmuddy paws smudge your jeans,the burger erupts and spattersit only rains as you leave the carwater from the bin lid fills your shoes,no matter how hard you try the marmalade will not come off,always a trace just as butter in a beard,traffic heavy like a…
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If I, If We - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo by Sunguk Kim on Unsplash “either peace or happiness, let it enfold you” Charles Bukowski If I, If WeWhen I was a child Ilived outside myselfwondering why the worldwas like it was and whypeace was so elusive,how was state sanctionedmurder possible and howcould people turn their backs on those in need,I hoped for miracles and acheesy ending just like inthe movies which evoke a sense of…
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