Weekly Word Prompt : This week’s word prompt is : Perspective.
This is an old poem of mine, The poem “Inside Out”, is more just a rhyme and a play on a few featured words. Over the road from were I once lived, there was a furniture shop, and the advertising hoarding was, “Inside Out, Exotic Furniture”, well I was sitting there waiting for the bus, and in my minds imagination, I changed the the words to “Inside-out, Upside-down, Erotic Furniture”, and hence my little anecdote was laid…. with a totally different perspective..
Inside Out
The view of my love seems upside down.
When I’m at the bottom of her flowing gown.
And my erotic picture appears inside out.
What’s this scenic love all about.
The ways of my love seem upside down.
When she’s on top, covering me ’til I drown.
And I’m underneath, neither in, nor out.
What’s this crazy love all about.
The river of my love seems upside down.
When I’m sitting inside her smiling frown.
And her foreign body hits me in and out.
What’s this exotic love all about.
The world of my love seems upside down.
When I’m laying below her pounding mound.
And her endless thrusts, feel inside out.
What’s this frenzied love all about.
Ivor Steven (c 2018
Oh, I do love this one. Exotically Erotic! 👏🏻🙂
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Thank you ❤️ Sue, yes your prompt put it back in perspective. 😊 😊
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Sounds like an exciting furniture shop! Great verse Ivor!
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Avery sensual and erotic piece Ivor, but you also get this idea of disattachment. They are so close to each other in this act of love, but yet “the world of [his] love” is still so far from him. Well written my friend and a bit sad too.
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Yes Mandi, your comments are quite correct. The poem was written about 8 years ago and I was into my 29th year of caring for my wife. She had severe MS, and I was probably dreaming of those lovely passionate days early in our marriage, we only had 7 glorious years before her MS severed our bodies apart. 😊 ❤️
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Aw, I’m sorry about that.
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Oh don’t be sorry, Carole was unbelievably courageous and humbly gracious through her journey, and every morning over all those years she had a big heart warming smile
https://wp.me/p6B6QE-15Z
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I’m glad. Happy you have good memories.
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It is a beautiful poem Ivor. This song, Lover, Lover is my favourite of all. I play it over and over and over.
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Thank you ❤️ Helene, and I wrote it about 8 years ago, with a bit of detachment, and imagination about those lovely passionate times. Carole and I had 7 glorious years before her MS severed our bodies apart
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Ooh la la lol.
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Haha, a poets imagination, with whimsical detachment,…….Maybe ☺️😃
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in an upside down world maybe love will finally make sense – like the play of words and emotions Ivor
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Thank you ❤️ Gina, I suppose a mixture of imagination, dreams and glorious memories……. 😆 😇😊
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we all must continue to dream – this was such a lovely read Ivor
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Yes that’s for sure Gina.
“My empty hands are full
Of memories and rhymes”
Xx
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ah same here Ivor, and I feel I need to get out of the past but it just sucks me back in
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Don’t worry, the past shall always be a part of us, and until our last hooray 😊
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🙏🌺☺
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Pounding mound – amazing hehehe
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Wishful dreams. 😊
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Ivor, yours was a glorious love story. Carol indeed was courageous. MS is a dreadful disease. My son has it too.
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Oh, I’m sorry to hear that Helene , I hope his MS is being managed well, and that he’s coping ok.
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Yes, thank you Ivor.
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Well that was a surprising twist from the normal love words! 😉 It gives a feeling of love and confusion all at once. Which, really, love does that doesn’t it?
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Yes that’s for sure, and it’s a mixture of my imagination, dreams and memories, from those early years of our marriage, we only had 7 glorious years before her MS severed our bodies apart, and then we had 30 years of sharing and caring over her gracious and courageous journey
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You are as gracious as Carole, Ivor. It’s a good mix.
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You are very kind Colleen, thank you ❤️
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You are very welcome 😀
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OH! A lovely poem, Ivor!
Love can turn us inside out and upside down and which-way-’round and it’s all worth it! 🙂 You and Carole had wonderful love that some people never find. So that makes me smile! 🙂
(((HUGS))) 🙂
PS…I’ve had a super busy week, so I let Cooper blog for me! 😛
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Good poem Ivor. I really like your choice of siong as well.
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Oh, always a Leonard Cohen song this week on his 2nd Anniversary of his death. 😊 😊
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Oh my…this made me blush!! I liked the rhythm of this piece – adds to the rhythmic love and love making it alludes to.
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I suppose it can make you blush, but overall all I’m trying to say in a whimsical way,, is “what is this crazy love all about” and it’s about our different perspectives we as individuals have of love, and I love writing about love. 😊
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Well if I did happen to kick you in the direction of that poem and L. Cohen – what more can I say.
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Every step we climb up, is one heading in right direction…..
https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2019/11/13/climbing-each-stair/
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