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dVerse Poets – Poetics – In The Light Of Other Days
“The dance is a poem of which each movement is a word.” Margaretha Geertruida MacLeod (Mata Hari)
Swing Swish Laconic, the announcer regales in scratchy, valved tone a miller tune, the swish of her summer dress catches my ear, a familiar sound, she smiles to herself of dancehalls, velvet collared jackets, florals flared, I can see a trumpet in her eyes, and feel the rhythm in her walk, in this moment she is spring, summer, lighter, she reads my face and speaks of war and simple pleasures, soon drifting into her memories, and I to the swirl of my spinning top. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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Thank you very much Cheryl.
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I love how you recalled another’s memories intermingle with your own, like a dance!
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It really fitted with that memory so well, she often reminisces about that time of her life, even
now at 91 she carries a passion. Thank you Ingrid
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Amazing!
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Thank you so much Ingrid.
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Dancing brings such intimacy, as if bodies talk better than words. Lovely poem.
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Ah, yes indeed, so agree Sarah, thank you 🙂
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Which war?
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David
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In two senses the war was WW2 and the many internal wars she faced at that time, still fighting at 91.
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oh you did a double swirl of memories here – the dancer with hers and you with your spinner – same moments different times. Read this several times – it was so enjoyable!
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Thank you for the response Laura, so glad you enjoyed this one.
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There’s nothing like swing music!
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It has an irresistible beat 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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🙂
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😊✨👍
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I love this poem!
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Thank you very much Liz.
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You’re welcome, Paul!
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Reminds me of conversations with my 94-year-old mother.
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ah, how lovely, such connections, my mother is 91 so that generation. Thank you for sharing that VJ
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My pleasure, Paul
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Beautifully written Paul… A great memory!
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Many thanks for that Dwight
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You are welcome!
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Many thanks for that.
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Ah! lovely.
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I’m glad you liked it Rupali, thank you 🙂
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My goodness this is beautiful! 💝💝 I especially love the image; “I can see a trumpet in her eyes, and feel the rhythm in her walk, in this moment she is spring, summer, lighter.”
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Thank you indeed Sanaa, much appreciated. 🙂
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What an interesting yin/yang poem! Very creative!
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That is a lovely response, yin/yang I hadn’t thought of that, delightful thank you Beverly.
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Amazing!
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Many thanks 🙂
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I got a real buzz from this. Loved the imagery.
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Thank you so much 🙂
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Fantastic 💚
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Thank you so much 🙂
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Many thanks
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This poem sent me into a swirl of memories
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