For a double dare by Beverly Crawford, and with sympathy for Jane Dougherty, following my poem The Next Dance.
“There is a grandeur in winter, stern and wild it may be, but a grandeur which speaks to the soul.” CJ Peterson.
No Surrender The sly cocktail dress sits sublime in ice upon the line all formal and smooth, while my dungarees have actually taken shape as if possessed by a ghost, all stiff and starched, no wrinkles or sag like the sack of potatoes they normally pose draped upon me, the ice has claimed the denim and holds it in its steely grip as if fit for Ned Kelly's last stand where there will be no surrender until the sun breaks free. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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A wonderful counterpoint to yesterday’s breezy dance. Nice juxtaposition.
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Couldn’t resist the challenge, thank you Pat.
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Nicely done.
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Many thanks Pat.
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A counterpoint to yesterday’s breezy dance. Today just a working stiff.
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That is very kind indeed 🙂 thank you so much.
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I enjoyed yesterday’s so much that I couldn’t resist showing that this opposite does attract….
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Life’s like that 🙂
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Good one!
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Ty. Liz.😉🥳👍
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🙂
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Another loved verse, thank you. I like the last stand….😊
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There comes a time … 🙂 thank you Cheryl.
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Yes! The careless dancers of yesterday’s poem are frozen into submission in this piece.
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Like Aesop’s fables, if you frivol you shrivel 🙂
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Ha ha!
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loved it Paul.. from rags (your last post) to riches! 👏👏❤️
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Lol, yes indeed 🙂
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♥️😀
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This was such a playful poem; it brought a big smile to my face. As for the inspiration photo, my mother avoided that problem when I was growing up by having a summer clothesline (back yard) and a winter clothesline (side porch).
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She was a thinker, mine did have an indoor line. Over here there are few days that are problematic so we do very well. Thank you for sharing Liz.
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You’re welcome, Paul
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Wonderful imagery and photo, Paul! Fond reminders of days gone by! Robert hangs most of his clothes on a rack inside. All of mine go in the dryer! Of course, there is no snow!
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You live in the better part then 🙂 like I do, we are fortunate with our weather.
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🙂
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Brilliant. I can see it
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Thank you so much, I’m so glad you enjoyed it.
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Thank you Chuck.
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✨🎉👍😊
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Big smile!
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Ha, ha 🙂
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Ah! I can relate to quote by CJ Peterson and a nice poem Paul.
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Excellent, and thank you Rupali 🙂
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Very good love it
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Thank you 🙂
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Cudos Mr Paul😉Another beautiful passionate poem. Love reading your poem’s…they have so much meaning🤠
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Thank you very much indeed, thank you for sharing those kind words.
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