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dVerse Poets – MTB – Personification and Imagery
“But what about those windy spring days? You know the drill, you fight the sheets onto the line. Then the wind catches them and makes them want to sail into the next country!” The Texas Homesteader
The Next Dance Sick of line dancing, she wanted to cut loose with a tango or a foxtrot, even a rouge can-can would do it and, once safely pegged, she gave herself to the sea breeze throwing her legs up, her head back, tossing her skirt about with laughter just like linen flapping in the wind, and soon the others joined in the fun, swirling and twirling along the good time, refreshed and waiting for the next dance in the sun. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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A free spirit is refreshing. 🌿🌱🍃
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It really is 🙂
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Fabuous Job Paul of blending both of those for a kick up the skirt, fun dance on the page!!!
Hope to see you today on Frip-Yay Funday! (this would be fun for my post actually) ❤️❤️❤️
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Nothing like a gallop across the floor, thank you Cindy 🙂
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for sure.. I’m raising some hell today in Fri-Yay Funday if you have time for a visit.. Been in W.P,. hell with it all day today with a time post weird thing. Posted this morning and it says over a day ago now. ughhhhhhh!
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Crazy gremlins always at work.
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Omg.. today especially when I’m doing my first collab.. ugh..
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I love this poem with it’s kick-back, breezy attitude. Sometimes you just need it to let it all go (but hopefully not if you are a clean item on a clothesline.)
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Ha, the number of times I’ve had to rewash over the years. Nothing like kicking back. Thank you Pat.
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Reblogged this on e-Quips and commented:
Sometimes you gotta let it go. Love this fresh poem from Paul Vincent Cannon.
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Thank you so much for sharing this Pat. Love your title. 🙂
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You’re very welcome.
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I adore this. I write about laundry a lot. I don’t even know why.
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Perhaps it’s made for writing, taking the ordinary and flipping it a little. I don’t mind doing laundry, so perhaps that’s a connection, being okay with it? Many thanks for engaging with this.
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Oh, this was a wonderful voice for sheets on a summer clothesline. Now, do one for frozen overalls on a winter clothesline. Double dare!!
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Lol, challenge accepted Beverly, and thank you 🙂
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https://pvcann.com/2021/01/16/n0-surrender-a-poem-by-paul-vincent-cannon/ I did 🙂
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Lovely! I wonder how the sheets feel when that lovely brisk spring sun goes in and the rain starts to pour? Not quite so frisky, heh?
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Now I wonder that that might be a northerly response 🙂 down here rain is like gold so the sheets get away with a regular gig, lol.
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Your poem coincided with my laundry. I’ve had sheets to wash for a week and the weather has been too grim to hang them outside. It was supposed to be sunny on Thursday so I washed them. No sun just freezing drizzle…
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Horrible, I remember growing up in the the Midlands of the UK, and my mother trying to battle the snow and sleet. A week eh, they’ll soon walk out 🙂
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And washing wasn’t spun as dry as modern machines get it. A full sized wet sheet weighs a ton.
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Yes, not a happy task. I have written a response to winter laundry as a response to beverly Crawford who dared me. 🙂
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Just been to read. I like it 🙂
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Thank you Jane.
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Great imagery!
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Thank you Sandy, thrilled that you like it.
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Love it!
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🙂
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I loved this and it took me back to the smell of fresh sheets from the line. Even in winter snow my mom would hang them out, they’d freeze and then we brought them back in to hang in the kitchen to dry. I always wondered why she did that, but we didn’t question😄
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Yes, I remember my mother doing just that in the UK, here in Australia, the part I live in, snow is absent, but I remember the sheets too. Thank you Cheryl.
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Laughing here, a fine personification – and such energy in the lines – all that ‘swirling and twirling’ – great fun.
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Thank you very much Peter, love the energy in your response.
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… just like linen flapping in the wind. Fun and so beautiful expressed. Love it.
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Yes, just fun, something to smile about, thank you ever so much Amy for your response.
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This is pure delight!!!
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That is wonderful to hear Helen, yes, pure fun 🙂
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This adds a whole new wrinkle to hanging out one’s washing! A very fun poem!!
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I used to help hang out the wash when I was a child. It was OK, but not half so much fun as this poem! Lovely photo too, Paul. It does look like the sheets are having a good time. Now we just hang out the beach towels. ❤ Have a great weekend!
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You too Cheryl, yes, here winter is very tame, and much is done indoors if winter should briefly appear 🙂
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Delightful and refreshing piece, Paul!
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Time for a smile, thank you Eugenia.
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My pleasure!
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an excellent dance in the sun … I only line dry, not into dryers and don’t own one! But dont mind the odd tango 🙂
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Line drying is best, cept when the controlled burning is on 🙂
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now close enough to the coast for that not to be an issue 🙂
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Here it’s everywhere when the burn is on.
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yes we’ve heard you’re suffering big bushfires right now, take care!
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Fortunately not near us, but sadly near family and friends. Thank you Kate 🙂
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take care kind gent 🙂
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Thank you indeed Kate 🙂
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Love it, and now I long for the scent of fresh linen….
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Some lavender? Thank you Bjorn.
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“…just like linen flapping in the wind”, how refreshing!
Such a delightful poem, Paul.
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I have happy memories of my mother putting out the washing, yes, refreshing indeed, thank you Amy.
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This is absolutely delightful! 😀 I so love the image; “tossing her skirt about with laughter just like linen flapping in the wind.”💝💝
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She was thoroughly in the zone 🙂 thank you for sharing this Sanaa.
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Funny too! Lets have distraction having a dance. Honestly dancing is not really mine. Never had learned it. 😉 Michael
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I have two left feet so not a great dancer 🙂
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Me too, Paul! We are gentlemen and caring for the feet of women. Lol
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Lol
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I love this
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So glad it spoke to you.
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