At dVerse Lisa is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write about warmth.
dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Warmly
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“How we need a another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm.” Sylvia Plath
I Never Want to Let Go Once, in my teens, an accidental encounter, a broken power cable touching the metal I was holding, filling me, so warm and tingling, I didn't want to let go, Now when I hold you it is so electric, I never want to let go. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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Love that’s electric. How to chuckle at the comparison.
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Yes, absolutely VJ
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Beautifully expressed, Paul!
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Many thanks Amy 🙂
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I once, in my childhood, through a wet paper towel at the wall, and it landed on an electric socket. I tried to pull it off, and for a minute, I couldn’t pull my hand away at all!
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David
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Glad you got your hand away – we have you with us 🙂 It is so quick.
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Your poem reminded me of a short story I wrote about a man trying to get his kid out of a car with a live power line on it.
I like the connection in the poem, though when I was a singer, and got shocked by a microphone, I definitely didn’t like that tingle on my lips and was quick to let go.
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Yes, it is an amazing feeling, only seconds to let go though! Horrible thought – being trapped in a car like that. Ah, the microphone – more dangerous than most would imagine. Thank you for sharing.
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Nice❤️
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Thank you for this Cheryl
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A paradox isn’t it. We are compelled to hold on even though it may kill us 😦
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Yes, i like your words, exactly so Lisa.
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Thank you Michael xx
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What a great metaphor. Love also can be harmful, like electricity itself. 😉 xx Michael
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Yes, it really can be 😉
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This happened to me in childhood also. I don’t think that’s what it feels like for most people.
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No, mine was quite scary, but poetic licence ….
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That zap it’s like a tickle inside. Yes, I can see how love is like that as well.
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Thank you so much for sharing this, much appreciated, so glad you saw the poem at its core.
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That electricity is still there
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Do you know much about it? Would this be why I have had a tendency for much of my life to experience electromagnetic anomalies?
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One of my maternal uncles was electrocuted at work and survived, but he was never the same, it resulted in lots of health complications, he thought it altered his mindset.
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How did he feel his mindset was altered? And what kind of health problems did he have?
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I think it diminished his energy and his confidence, he lost heart. He was physically weakened, and never had energy, later he developed cancer.
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Hmmm. Thanks for the insights!
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I don’t think we’re ever the same are we after something major like that intrudes.
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Guess not! Not only has my health been abysmal, but I’ve been frying street lights and small appliances on and off for most of my life.
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I often wonder about these things and I know there’s no answer – life must be lived as we are – but – how we integrate the wound is the key, has been for me (though not as simple as I make it sound, of course).
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Absolutely
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Electric connections, hard to let go.
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Super
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Thank you 🙂
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Nice
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Many thanks 🙂
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So beautiful
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Thank you 🙂
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