“Clothing means nothing until someone lives in them.” Marc Jacobs
An Invitation Her modest hem was garrulous, all shouty and and look at me glances setting fire to water, while her demur look was betrayed by the spice of her eyes that stirred tremors, while the silence of her lips was undone by a persuasive smile, an invitation to an awkward tango of discovery, a navigation of moments paper thin, it was then that I remembered to breathe. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Oh wow, brilliant imagery, modest and alluring at the same time. Well penned! Bravo!
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Thank you indeed, much appreciated.
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A pleasure.
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🙂
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Well said, Suzette! Don’t you just love the ending lines?
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Yes, Liz! The ending – powerful as if the entire poem was one breath held to the end of the last word! Amazing.
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Thank you to both of you 🙂
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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Are you discerning that her words say No but her eyes say yes?
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No, not at all, rather that she is not letting on verbally, but that she cannot really conceal her interest because her body gives her away. Thanks for the question Pat. 🙂
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interesting juxtapositions. 🙂
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Yes, and I love the ambiguity, thank you very much Pat.
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I love this one!
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Thank you so much Cheryl, I’m so glad to hear that.
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Breathing is a good thing to remember doing.
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Yes, it seems to help in some way 🙂
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Your poetry is so attuned to life. I read this poem as the observer and laughed when in the end “it was then I remembered to breathe.” Fore that was my reminder to breathe
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Lol indeed, wonderful response, thank you for sharing that. 🙂
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Mesmerizing is the first step.😊 Lovely poem Paul.
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Yes, a step etched in my brain, such a lovely time, thank you for sharing that. 🙂
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😀
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Come and enjoy This!!
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Thank you so much, and especially that intro 🙂
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Bellisimo, Paul!! 😊🎁✨🎉
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My pleasure Chuck 🙂
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😊👍✨
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Beautiful, indeed.
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Thank you for sharing Amy, much appreciated.
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I fully agree to Suzette. Cant write it better! 🙂 A great quote too. Lets forward it to the fashion addicted. 😉 Michael
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Thank you Michael, yes, let’s do that 🙂
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Loved every lines dear; the smile should be always with you. Heart touching poem
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Wow that is very beautiful
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Thank you so much.
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