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4 September 2016

Temperatures Rising

I've been reading a novel
of thwarted passion.

It's four years yesterday
my man's been gone.

Today in calm early Spring
my sweet cat savagely chases a lizard.

I’m shown an Internet page of primitive art
painted by a Nigerian with long locks.

Can't look past the man –
his high cheekbones, intense eyes, full lips.


 Written for Flash 55 PLUS at 'imaginarygarden with real toads'.
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16 comments:

  1. Kerry O'Connor4 September 2016 at 18:19

    A poem of contrasts as this is one that stands out for me:

    Today in calm early Spring
    my sweet cat savagely chases a lizard.

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  2. hedgewitch4 September 2016 at 23:11

    Some faces have that power.

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  3. Susan4 September 2016 at 23:33

    What a swirl of stimulation! I want lips as well. Sigh.

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  4. Debi Swim4 September 2016 at 23:56

    I love these seemingly mismatched lines. You brilliantly tied them up with a bright bow.

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  5. Sherry Blue Sky5 September 2016 at 03:08

    So vivid, especially those piercing eyes.

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  6. Sherry Blue Sky5 September 2016 at 03:09

    Plus I cant believe it has been four years. They went so fast.

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  7. brudberg5 September 2016 at 04:34

    I do love how you went beyond the art to the artist... and the simple scene with you and your feline is great.

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  8. Magaly Guerrero5 September 2016 at 08:14

    I love it when art takes a few gulps of life and just sighs... This is how this piece sounds and feel to me, like a sigh full of life and yearning. Love the title, too.

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  9. Jim5 September 2016 at 10:42

    Hi Rosemary ~~ I like your poem, with the bits of verses telling of life and events. To me, it says, "Life goes on." The painter's picture of him with dreadlocks reminded me of an event at our home this morning.
    The news was saying that Eric Jeter, a retired player for the New York Yankee baseball team, got married and told of his wife, who is a model for Sports Illustrated. I Googled "Eric Jeter's wife" trying to find ages. I did get some very nice pictures that she had taken when she modeled. You might try that, like seeing the pictures you saw for me.
    I did find, she is 26, he is 42.
    ..

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  10. Angie5 September 2016 at 13:18

    Oh, that's it. That is all.

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  11. Gillena Cox6 September 2016 at 01:12

    Nice stacks, art and life, love and loss, seasons and chasing days.

    much love...

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  12. Outlawyer7 September 2016 at 07:05

    Ha. Wonderful. k.

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