dVerse Poets – Poetics – Sylvia and Ted
Kim at dVerse has invited us to work on a form following the work of Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes.
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“Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself?” Henry David Thoreau
Mould
The question arises
an urgency, of course,
it is a matter of choice
of light or darkness
it’s hard to prove,
but one or other
must, with patience, or
ultraviolet
light across the floor,
show clearly the mess
whether spore or slime
gathered in pools of
water sitting in
my blackened shower
carefully displayed,
creeping nemesis,
a trap of deathly
slippage so discreet.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com.
parallax 
Who knew black mould could be so poetic.
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Lol, slipping and slidin’
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Lol
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Certainly not I! It was the bane of my existence when I lived in Florida.
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Wherever there is humidity, I suppose
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Yes, it goes nuts in humidity.
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Yep, 😦
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Yes, it thrives here in the warmth.
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As much people complain about the ice and snow in northern New England, we’re not constantly fighting virulent mold and mildew. Or cockroaches.
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it seems human to complain 🙂 yes, here it’s the heat.
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😀
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Lovely ode to mold.
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Lol, it’s out there.
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LOL, coincidentally I posted a poem about Sylvia Plath today just by chance 🙂
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Yes, serendipity strikes, lovely.
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Seeing is easy but getting rid is 😀 😀 😀 .
Very creative Paul.
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Lol, getting rid is a pain for sure, thank you Rupali.
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You are a creative soul!
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Well thank you Dawn, that is encouraging.
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You’re welcome!
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Mould is something I have a constant battle with, Paul, and I am familiar with spores, slime and the:
‘creeping nemesis,
a trap of deathly
slippage so discreet.’
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Kim thank you for the inspiring invitation and your very kind and encouraging reflection on my poem, it is much appreciated. I sympathise, my poem is real, I too battle with it as our employer provided residence is a constant battle.
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Definitely deadly, I’d say. And invasive—it’s reached our place already 🙂
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Lots of vinegar 🙂
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Husband swears by vinegar. I personally think it’s the smell that kills the funghi…
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Lol, I’m just reminded of wine that’s gone off.
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That is such a waste 🙂
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O yes, a deep grief 🙂
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🙂
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Oh… this make me look closely… and those spores constantly coming back to grow… so disturbing.
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Be careful where you tread.
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Wow! Unbelievable what can be written about mould too. Well done Paul. Have a beautiful weekend! MIchael
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You too Michael, and thank you.
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Great poem
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Thanks Lyn 🙂
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