At dVerse, De is hosting the Quadrille ( a poem of 44 words) using the word or any of its forms – possibility. dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Possibility
“Life is a deep sleep of which love is the dream.” Alfred de Musset
The Possibility Of Her Carefully crafted, she was a composite of every fiction, his pulse quickened, anticipating the possibility of her arrival, the creaking door announcing her, now hovering, conversing only in tongues, his tortured lips in flames, he woke, lost in a fug as the door creaked. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
parallax 
Hahaha – too good to be true…should have known.
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And it was going so well, lol.
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I found that phrase “lost in a fug” very interesting Paul, so I looked it up and found that a fug is a condition that can exist in a small, crowded place when the air is not pure, especially, because of smoke or heat. Thanks for teaching me a new word.
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My pleasure, my memory of picking that up is sketchy, but I thought it was a comic, like the Phantom or the Shadow.
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Love is the first purpose of life
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Absolutely
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😃
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….ohhhhh…..I want you to continue writing this….what happens???? So many possibilities….what happens????
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I love your response Lillian, you’ve connected with this as I’d hoped a reader might, I did want to evoke that feeling. But now that you’re hooked, I’ll have to leave you in that quandary to find your way. Many thanks.
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So, it IS true things can get all fugged up. Good to know!
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They really do Beverly, many thanks.
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That creaking door feels ghostly. Is she coming or going? Could she be real? I love the possibilities in this.
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Dreams and imagination are wonderful, but they can take us only so far…What is the reality here? I imagine it is not a beautiful girl at the door. 🙂
But of course, it could be. 🙂 Lovely, enigmatic poem, Paul! All the best!
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I deliberately left it open to interpretation, I really resisted filling that gap, yes, it could well be but it might not 🙂 I agree, dreams only take us so far.
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This is a treat ~~ feels more like 444 words so much packed into it!
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Thank you for the high praise Helen, I really appreciated your response.
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Oh, no, not to waken from the dream. Dear puppet master, please let him sleep just a little longer.
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Ah, Liz, you romantic you. I just wanted to leave the ending to your imagination 🙂 Thank you Liz.
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You’re welcome, Paul. 🙂
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Was she a dream or perhaps a love from a parallel world?
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That is an interesting thought, I love the idea of a parallel world …. perhaps she is 🙂 Thank you 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Many thanks Chuck 🙂
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I am in accordance with Liz’s comment. Poor boy! Back in reality is not always the best. We should give him weed. Lol Michael
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Lol, then he’d really have some dreams.
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😉
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This is soo dreamy!! 😀
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Ha, I like your thought Sanaa, I was aiming in that direction and you’ve named it, thank you 🙂
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This is the stuff dreams are made of! The creak as she was leaving for work!! How sad… or the Creak of her coming to bed… Lots of great scenarios with this one.
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I hope it was all he dreamt it could be.
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I think his state of being might well indicate that it was 🙂 thank you very much Ken.
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