I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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14 February 2011

Realities

I am a blonde
in a little black dress,
a floaty and flirty little black dress.

I am driving a bright red car.
On the passenger seat beside me
a small puma sits.

I don’t mention
that the car and I
are both aged, and looking it.

Nor that the grey-and-tawny cat
is actually a domestic
travelling in her carry-case to the vet.

We are remembering Peru
long, long ago. They bowed to us:
warrior princess and her fierce pet.
By -

3 comments:

  1. Pearl21 February 2011 at 06:49

    like the double portait, inner and outer.

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  2. D.M. SOLIS26 February 2011 at 08:10

    Oh, this is beautiful--this is perfect. This reminds me what poetry IS, and why I'm so happy to be following your work. What a gift you are, the images, the candor, and the wit--the freshness and crispness. Thank you, Dear Rosemary.

    Peace,
    Diane

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  3. Rosemary Nissen-Wade26 February 2011 at 17:11

    Goodness, what high praise! Thank YOU, dear Diane, for responding so joyously. :)

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