At dVerse Laura is hosting Poetics with an invitation to paradox using inspiration from two sources, my choice is Paul Dunbar.
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Beyond Meaning or The Resolution of Opposites
“I am the fool in the morning, thou art my slave in the night.” Paul Dunbar (The Paradox)
She Was Dressed of innocence in the light she revelled as mistress by dark, when maxis gave way to minis in taxis, water surrendered to whiskey, and walk gave way to strut and swagger of rounded hips, explicit though hidden, between cotton and leather, though lace was ambivalent and undecided, her breathtaking purity as decadence or sultry vamp as coy as a maiden, she was as enigmatic as any code yet unbroken though known. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Beautiful ❤️❤️❤️
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Thank you very much 🙂
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Well done.
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Thank you VJ.
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Welcome
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loved this! the rythm rolls the reader from one line to the next in a kind of helter skelter. Such an enjoyable read and one to read aloud
“when maxis gave way to minis in taxis,
water surrendered to whiskey, and
walk gave way to strut and swagger”
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Enjoyed your response Laura, thank you.
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This made me think about the Talking Heads song And She Was. Very nice Paul.
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Many thanks Jim, much appreciated.
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all said above … as I totter off the screen, as opposed to strutt or swagger!
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Lol, well, we go as we go ….
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saunter was never my style … maybe brrrm as I exit on my bike!
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That’s the way, me too 🙂
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Sizzling hot, Paul. Masterful wordweaving going on here. A paradox indeed.
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Very kind words, thank you very much Lisa.
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You’re very welcome.
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p.s. Just read this out loud and love it even more. One of your best erotic poems.
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I so love your response, one to treasure, thanks you so much Lisa.
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🙂
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I think the temptress always find the best way to attract…
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Absolutely Bjorn, and I am only too ready and willing 🙂
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“walk gave way to strut and swagger
of rounded hips, explicit though hidden,
between cotton and leather, “
Wonderful imagery Paul! Fine poem…
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Thank you Rob, I really appreciate your response.
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I really like this one. Regardless of the picture your words describe a beautiful seductive mysterious girl next door. I was able to picture with all the contradictions. Thank you so much for sharing this. 🙂
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Thank you so much Jay-Lyn, very much appreciate your response and thoughts. glad you liked it.
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🤓🤓
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Mystery, thy name is woman . . . Well done!
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Thank you so much Liz.
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Many thanks Chuck 🙂
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, Paul!! Have a great weekend!
😊👍✨✨🎉
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‘Lace was ambivalent and undecided…’ What a fab phrase! It immediately leads me to picture both the innocent and the naughty. 🙂
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Late the the reading 😦
Loved the image here and your poem relates to it well. All of the opposites, many times within a line, are so well done. Even the title: She Was….not is.
I enjoyed this. Read it a second time aloud and it “rolls” well!
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This is smoking hot!!! ❤️ I love; “lace was ambivalent and undecided.” 😀
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Well… Lovely I used it cause you are referring to a woman if it was a man I’ll use handsome good words to make up a great poem
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I see 🙂
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This poem is a fire of desire. Love it, Paul!
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Yes, beware, that fire is powerful stuff. Thank you for sharing Sara.
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I love the contrasting in this poem
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Thank you 🙂
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