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21 November 2015

High Temperatures


I turn the fans up to 3,
I pour myself another
fine cold ginger beer.

All day I have shut out
the advancing heat, 
but now it rushes 
the barriers, pours in 
through tiny cracks.

The Big Hot should always
come on a Saturday afternoon
of no appointments or duties.

There is nothing I need to do
but sleep or read, or write 
an unimportant poem –
shutting from my mind 
what is sure to come:

tonight's TV news 
telling me where the fires 
have blackened today.


Luckily that last didn't happen, but we are warned of high fire danger – as so often in an Aussie summer.


Five days later – death and devastation in two States.

Linked to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #279



25 comments:

  1. Ha, it sounds like you are trapped by the heat.....and I am trapped by the snow here. I'd trade you. Smiles.

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  2. I know how much more heat can trap you than the cold... Though I hate the darkness of the winter.

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  3. but sleep or read, or write an unimportant poem – that's a feeling I can connect with.. hot or cold. Enjoyed this Rosemary.

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  4. Welcome to summer a la Oz. If it's any consolation it will never be cooler than it is now.

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  5. It is tempting to desire warmer climes when here the temperature is plunging and boilers are breaking and yet sometimes the weather forces us to do what we really feel - snuggle up, cool down, have a cold drink or a hot toddy..write a poem..perhaps the world has a plan - explained so wonderfully in your words which are always important - also very glad there were no fires..

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  6. I like the uncetainty of your poem - pleasure and leisure not quite relaxed. The lazy days of summer - without the threat of fire crackling at the door sounds like heaven

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  7. I had imagined you as being a townie downing a Victoria Bitter with Air-Con on full blast. Best to go down to St. Kilda for a paddle.

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    1. No I am in the northernmost part of Northern Rivers, NSW, in a small town surrounded by rural areas, and not too far from beach, near Queensland border. Although I am a dinkum Aussie, I don't like either beer (the non-ginger kind) or tea!

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    2. (I have family in Melbourne and visit now and then, which may have confused you – not to mention that I lived there myself 30 years, after leaving Tasmania ... but have been 21 years in my present home now.)

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    3. Oh, and Age Pensioners can't afford aircon. Hence shutting the heat out (with blinds and heavy curtains) as well as fans.

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  8. ha, our hot and dusty days are almost over here. the weather is getting rainy and cooler. anyway, this calls for a beer (ginger or otherwise) too. :)

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  9. Such a tender verse... hopefully the high fire danger will pass and no harm will come upon.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  10. Thank goodness the fires didn't happen! And no poem is unimportant. Smiles.

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  11. The things in life we focus on so as to keep out the news we dread....Love the Big Hot.

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  12. We had forest fires this past summer here, Rosemary, so I know the dread and the concern you feel. I hid inside during the heat, too, it just got too hot. Now it is chilly and I am....hiding inside. LOL. Dont get out much, anymore. Smiles.

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  13. Its really hot here also. And lots of ginger beer will be guzzled as the Christmas season encourages here.

    Have a beautiful Sunday

    Much love...

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  14. It is not hot here as fall has left the trees bare and the wind calls of colder days to come.

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  15. I remember in the past....our hot temperature at summer were connected with lack of water.....so we always had a reserve in the bath. I am in for the hot temperatures though....

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  16. Love the feeling of nothing to do on a Saturday, but drink a cold drink and write a few lines. Hope the heat doesn't become unbearable though!

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  17. What a relaxed and cool poem! I only feel the tension anticipating what the evening news will bring.

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  18. There is no such thing as an unimportant poem. They all teach us something, maybe even nothing more than to distract us from the heat,

    Elizabeth

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  19. The Big Hot and ginger beer - love it! Taking time to rest and recycle and just be....so very important. I like this reversal of the seasons.

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  20. Glad there were no fires. Hope you stay cool.

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