At dVerse Peter is hosting Meeting the Bar with an invitation to write a poem that changes mid way or at its end.
dVerse Poets – Meeting The Bar – Middles and Turns
“All things truly wicked start from innocence.” Ernest Hemingway
But Her Smile She played everything in a minor key, a high pitched dirge for Sunday sins, her primness a badge of spinsterish anxiety and determined moral salvation wrapped in tweed and ancient hairpins, no one saw it, but her smile belied her Friday nights of wanton vixen over pints and chips and sly thigh, her ancient shiver of sigh. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Fun poem.
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Thank you Pat
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Well… that’s a good woman in a bad world if you read it carefully something portrays her as man eater who can say no to such face and bonus thighs
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Yes, that’s it really, thank you for that.
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Paul, this is a delightful poem …. entertaining and a nice turn of morals.
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Thank you Helen, yes, indeed.
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Sly thigh sigh, well done. Those words certainly pull their weight.
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ooh Paul this was a temptress delivery soooo well crafted with some great imagery and words to give it “body”. 💖
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🙂 I like your thought 🙂 thank you Cindy.
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sounded about right.. thanks Paul and always a pleasure! 💖
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Laughing here.
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That’s the spirit, I’m glad to hear that Peter, thank you.
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A great poem Paul! It is hard to hide a smile like that!
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It sure would be, a giveaway! 🙂 Thank you Dwight.
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This is well expressed, exposing two sides of her “coin”. Fine piece Paul!
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Thank you Rob, yes Jekyll and Hyde
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Ah, but she can’t carry on that double life indefinitely.
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No, but I’m certain she’ll give a go as long as she can 🙂
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I have no doubt. 🙂
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🙂
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‘But her smile’?
You meant ‘but her eyes’, right?
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Partly so, but that Mona Lisa smile so imperceptible.
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A cute poem, Paul. Things are not always what they seem! 🙂
Take care! ❤
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So true Cheryl, and as the old saying – never judge a book by its cover, rings true too, I think we are all part mystery (mask).
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🙂
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Dangerous.
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Very dangerous, she’ll eat you up 🙂
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😁 Please take care
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Lol, I will, I will, I promise 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Beware 🙂
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Yes but a Friday night vixen is pretty hard to resist? LOL
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Definitely no resisting 🙂
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I think she’s a lot more fun to be with on Friday’s 🙂
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I think I’m calling my seven days Friday just on that basis 🙂
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There are only Sunday sins? 😉 What a great and well woven poem. Wonderful for a romantic Tuesday! Thank you Paul!
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Well, the sins that are proclaimed in pulpits 😉 beware her smile, or perhaps go with it 😉 thank you so much Michael.
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:-))
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Great poem
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Much appreciated.
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