At dVerse Lisa is hosting poetics with an invitation to flip the meaning of a poem written by self or other, or to write a Diamanté form poem (seven lines) which flips the first word at the end. I have attempted a Diamante form.
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Flipping Meanings
“Getting old is like climbing a mountain; you get a little out of breath, but the view is much better.” Ingrid Bergman
Passing Flesh smooth, creamy inviting, inciting, enfolding, youthful, erotic, mature, parched ageing, dwindling, passing old, dry bone. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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A change! Good!
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Well, at least if we acknowledge it that’s a start really, thank you 🙂
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😊
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The flow of things gone and the shape of things to come…. superbly done Paul..
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Thank you so much Ivor.
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Yes, definitely the shape of things to come… teetering in the middle of that approaching precipice 😉
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😉
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Yes! You capture it well.
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That sums our lives very well.
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I looked at it after I’d written it and found it a bit sobering, thank you for that Dwight.
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Yes for sure!! You are welcome.
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I really like this
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Many thanks Maranda.
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Yep….I’m on the parched side now (lol!).
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Lol indeed, one needs a sense of humour to be parched I think. 🙂
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That surely went from good to bad in a hurry. Nice poem Paul.
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Kind of hello – goodbye, life in seven seconds 🙂 lol, thanks Jim 🙂
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford.
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Very kind Jonathan, thank you very much.
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YOU ARE WELCOME!
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Wonderful opening quote. So true and encouraging for us oldsters. Why do we have to dry out as we get older? Flesh and bone are perfect opposites.
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Ah, you got it, wonderful, and yes they are perfect opposites – and, you can’t have one without the other and function 🙂 Thank you so much LIsa.
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You are very welcome ❤
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yep, that sounds like it….
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Many thanks for sharing that 🙂
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Paul, this is awesome! ❤ Now we need one that reverses "old!" 🙂
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What a good idea, we must hurry and find the words. Many thanks for that Cheryl. 🙂
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❤
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This is absolutely stellar, Paul! I love how aptly you have described the whirlwind that is the journey of life. 💝💝
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Sanaa, many thanks indeed, I’m thrilled that you like it.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Well captured life cycle.
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In the blink of an eye 😉
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😉 Thank you, Paul! Have a beautiful weekend! Michael
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You too Michael 🙂
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Ah…you’ve written the progression in particularly descriptive terms….youth to ageing….the flip we all hope to do rather than to be cut down in our prime. Far too many are too young to become angels when they pass….I’ll take the parched skin that eventually turns to bone. Thankful for every day.
Well written opposites!
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I’m resisting my best and living into it 🙂 Thank you Lillian.
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I’m feeling this one for sure.
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Close to the bone eh? It certainly came from that place for me, thank you for sharing the affect for you Liz.
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Yes, close to the bone for sure.
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🙂
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Very clever poem
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Thank you.
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