At dVerse Lillian is hosting Poetics with an invitation to take one of eight proverbs and adages as inspiration for a poem.
dVerse Poets – Poetics – A Penny For Your Thoughts
The adage I chose is “An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.” Poor Richard’s Almanac, Benjamin Franklin.
“But she felt she had to see him or she would die.” Iris Murdoch (The Nice And The Good)
Why Would I? Have you never been love sick? To feel all that delicious internal, beautiful turmoil, an inner, perpetual tsunami washing up and rolling away in a mixture of breathless joy and airless despair. Sometimes the precipice of doubt becomes the best question, the next being, how do I know this, but then I don't, or do I? The torment is velvet, a sigh, a hallelujah chorus. Why would I avoid it , why would I seek a cure, this malady is my melody, it is my score. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
parallax 
Such a rush! Well described
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Thank you VJ 😉
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Welcome Paul.
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This maladie is my melody…brilliant…reminds me a touch of “Le Malade” by Baudelaire…(I think)…..
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<> by Molière, sorry…
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Two good writers right there, many thanks Ain and for the reference.
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That was my favorite line as well.
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Thank you Liz
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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Sensational!
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Thank you so much
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It’s our pleasure! 😊
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Good write for this line! Especially like these lines:
“The torment is
velvet, a sigh, a hallelujah chorus.
Why would I avoid it , why would I
seek a cure, this malady is my melody,
it is my score.”
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Thank you for that Lillian 🙂
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“Sometimes the precipice of doubt becomes the best question,”.. yes! Such a deeply profound write. 💝💝
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Thank you Sanaa, much appreciated. 🙂
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Why would I avoid it, why would I seek a cure…Yes, why?!
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Indeed 🙂
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This malady is my melody… yes there is an illness that we simply have to have.
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Indeed Bjorn
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I like your description and agree with you. It’s a sickness that leaves you in limbo, roasting over a spit of desire and torment.
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A fellow masochist I see, yes indeed, and thank you Lisa.
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Guilty as charged. You’re welcome.
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🙂
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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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Reblogged this on NEW BLOG HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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🙂
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Beautiful uncovered, Paul! xx Michael
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You would agree I’m sure 😉
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Very sensational one.
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Many thanks 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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Great poem
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Thank you
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