At dVerse Lisa is hosting poetics with an invitation to write about an irritating human trait and an extra challenge to try writing a duodora form.
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Halloweeny Humans
“The gaze that sees is the gaze that dominates.” Michel Foucault
Smug Orbs He wore saucers upon his face like some weird, bug-eyed alien with bobbled stalks, moving in grand comic waves of distraction, pretending not to see that, indeed I could clearly see that he was searching my moral failings. He wore saucers upon his face, those bulging smug orbs of judgement thrust against me like long, sticky blades of spite steeped in bitter misunderstanding, lost in fragmented distortions of not seeing what he is seeing. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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OH MY … you did ‘smug’ beautifully!!!
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Thank you very much Helen
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Wonderful !
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Many thanks 🙂
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You’re welcome!
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Excellent response to the prompt! Perhaps we could persuade Mr. Smug Orbs to wear dark glasses to keep his saucers to himself.
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Yes, and to wear them in a far away place too 🙂
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That, too!
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🙂
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Bravo!
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Thank you very much Sandy
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Always my pleasure, Paul.
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Thank you very much 🙂
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……..sticky blades of spite steeped in bitter misunderstanding lost in fragmented distortions of not seeing what he’s seeing!
…….. Wonderful!
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Thank you so much Datta
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Fantastic duodera! 😀
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Really appreciate this.
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Paul, wonderful title and image that set the stage for the arresting first line and meticulous exposition. I get an image of a person, bound in a chair, with a bright light over their head, the inquisitor staring holes into the target, the tray of instruments off to the side. The target, squirming, uncomfortable, and desperate not to reveal any secrets. Where is Superman when you need him most!
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Telephone booths have mostly disappeared so no place for Clark 🙂 thank you so much Lisa, much appreciated response.
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Too true! I guess he’s on his own. You’re very welcome, Paul.
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🙂
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Love this, Paul. Save us from busy bodies! Wish they would get a life! Great poem on a great topic Paul! 🙂
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A good wish for them! Affirmative and effective (if it happens) 👍
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There’s one too many out there at the moment, save us indeed.
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Painful to be misunderstood and wrongly judged. Especially excruciating when the person just doesn’t care enough, or try enough to “see”. Well written Paul.
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Yes, very painful, and so common where I am, thank you so much Rob
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Reblogged this on OPENED HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Intriguing, Paul! Thank you for sharing, and enjoy a beautiful (rest of the) week. xx Michael
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Have a great weekend Michael
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Thank you very much, Paul! Enjoy your weekend as well. xx Michael
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nice job Paul and so funny./. the eye popping fools.. 🤣
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Yes, pain in the proverbial … 🙂
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totally!❣️❣️
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This is absolutely outstanding, Paul! I especially like; “those bulging smug orbs of judgement thrust against me,”.. that is such an apt description! 💝💝
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Thank you so much Sanaa, glad you like this.
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You’re most welcome 🙂
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HATE when that happens 😆
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Yes indeed
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🙄🤣🤣🤣
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How exactly does one identify smug orbs from someone just curious to meet us?! I find this poem evocative!
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Ah yes, the observers faulty perception, projection even. Many thanks Beverly
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I love this poem so well describing this kind of person
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Sadly a reality
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford.
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Many thanks Jonathan
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your works are worthy of praise!
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Wow – honoured.
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😀
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‘Smug orbs’ – I shudder at the thought of someone ‘searching my moral failings,’ as if they had none themselves! Definitely a ‘halloweeny human’ trait.
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Thank you Ingrid, I agree, I shudder too.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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🙂
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, Paul!! Have a great day!
😊👍✨✨🎉
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I love how you wrote this, and the accompanying picture is perfect!
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Thank you very much indeed 🙂
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saucers upon his face… Smug orb… Hilarious 😅
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Many thanks – yes a caricature.
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