At dVerse Laura is hosting Meeting the Bar with an invitation to construct a poem by using the last lines from the last twelve poems written or, use a last lines index from a book to construct from the poems of others.
dVerse Poets – MTB – In My End Is My Beginning
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“What do you want a meaning for? Life is a desire, not a meaning.” Charlie Chaplin
How Light I Am Called Aphrodite while mulling over the juice of my thoughts, and then there were none, is life always having to reduce to mere frippery, and neither am I or the things I hold close, once you notice them I never want to let go, is love impotent, navigated wreckage, the next fully alive, O how I wish I could see it, how light I am. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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I like how these poems turned out. Might be tempted to do my own.
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Hop to, you will love it I’m certain. Thank you VJ
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To just let these poems sink in and not overthink them – they do leave an impression!
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I like that thought, yes, to contemplate and let them speak. thank you for sharing that affect.
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light and Aphrodite – in the end is my beginning! How well-crafted the way these lines move into one another especially:
“is love impotent,
navigated wreckage,”
I think so!
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Ha, spoken like a lived person, you know it well. Thank you so much Laura, such an interesting method of poeming.
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I usually judge how light I am by the number of light beers that I drink.
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Lol
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A fun challenge and 👍🏻❤️
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Yes, it was fun – thank you Cheryl
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You’re title is hopeful in that you are able to rise above all of that drama.
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Yes, I can now, then, well, still learning to let go. Many thanks Lisa 🙂
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I really like how this poem has turned out, Paul!
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I find the first two lines particularly intriguing because they bring to mind a scene taking place between the speaker of the poem and Aphrodite.
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I have often wondered about dialogue as a form of poetry and some famous interlocutors.
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I know I’ve read interlocutory poetry before, but darned if I can remember titles or poets.
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Me neither 🙂
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The last 2 lines are my favorites. Love how this turned out to be a new found poem.
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I enjoyed the method, amazing how it can in fact make sense. Thank you Grace.
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This is absolutely stunning work done, Paul! Love as a navigated wreckage, is such a novel idea! 😍😍
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wow, thank you Sanaa, I often think we are so unprepared for the inner world of love 😊
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Amazing, Paul, from the first to the last, last line, as the wreckage of love rises and sinks, and freed from it, making one “light.”
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Spot on Dora, yes indeed, it was such a fun process to use. Thank you so much.
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An interesting combination of ending verses. They came together very well!
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My, what a challenge that was, yet it was fun too, thank you Dwight 🙂
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It was great fun putting it all together!
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Absolutely
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The end made it so well… sometimes we only have to believe in lightness
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Yes, I think that’s true for me.
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Thank you 🙂
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