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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23 April 2017

Luxuriant Saturday

An afternoon shower. Clean sheets 
and fresh pyjamas. The book I'm reading. 
Cushions to prop me up, half-sitting.
Raisin toast and coffee on the bedside table. 
My cat lying close beside me, purring.

Then the cat vacates, as I'm joined
by one of my favourite men. 'I'm having 
a little lie down,' I say. 'My dear,' says he, 
appreciating all the details, 'You're not 
just lying down – you're luxuriating!' 

We giggle, as he wickedly suggests 
I tell my girlfriends how my luxuriant event
was enhanced when a male friend joined me ... 
by phone of course! I inform him it's really
a threesome: one girlfriend too, via tablet.

We do love each other, though not 'like that'.
He tells me how to fill my spine with light
and send it out to the world through my crown –
and also what to use to clear my sinuses,
and things to be aware of when I set up my new telly.

Linda sends me a picture of her cat, which is
curled beside her on her bed, purring. She too
is having a lie down, with coffee and cake. I tell her
James calls it luxuriating. She embraces the word.
I compliment James on his use of language.

















Linda's cat, Sarabi, in the photo she sent me.


I'm linking this poem to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #350

31 comments:

  1. What a delightful poem, Rosemary. I like the idea of having a little 'lie down' and of 'luxuriating,' and isn't it wonderful to be able to have a communication three-some as one luxuriates as well! And, ah, the photo shows me that cats know how to luxuriate too!

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    1. I think cats do it better than anyone! (Grin.)

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  2. Oh my goodness, I wanted to hop a flight (NOT United!) and join you. It sounds so luxurious. And of course, I do the same thing, books, tablet, pillows. Sadly, no cat. I miss animals so much. But I also HAVE so much in this new place - such as, a life - that I cannot complain. (I just keen quietly, at times, and keep it to myself.)

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  3. Woman, tell me how to clear my sinuses, right now! I'm dying over here.

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    1. I'm still missing one detail James has to supply by email. Watch this space!

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    2. Oh, I will. I'm desperate for relief. :)

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    3. The poem/story is adorable, by the way. It sounds like you have wonderful, playful, fun friends.

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    4. I haven't forgotten about this, but I think James has. I am about to remind him. Meanwhile please email me via my Contact Me page, and I will email you back with full details when I have them.

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  4. aw...thanks for giving us these luxuriant moments Rosemary...lovely...

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  5. Sounds like a rich and full life, almost completely luxurious!

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  6. He tells me how to fill my spine with light... those are the people and relationships to cherish.. it doesn't have to be love "like that"... am luxuriating in the memory of such bonds! Love this poem.

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  7. A luxuriant Saturday sounds divine - and we wouldn't mind some raisin toast

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  8. Luxuriating sounds so rich, regal & royal! Wishing loads of luxuriance for all!

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  9. How easily the reader is able to join you and be there in this delightful poem. I can imagine your cat didn't move a muscle or twitch his whiskers the whole time.

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  10. Oh this is such a delightful read, Rosemary!!❤️ I love the term 'luxuriating!'

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  11. It is a wonderful thing that the age in which we live has given us the luxury of friends who may visit us from places very far away.

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  12. I love those moments when you can just relax and enjoy spending time with friends, even if from afar. And what a cute cat! :)

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  13. I love the luxury of 'lie down', esp. with a cat and close friend. Ah, it's so important to give yourself this 'me' time.

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  14. Everyone needs to "luxuriate" once in a while. It refurbishes our sometiomes tattered enthusiasm for life!

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  15. "He tells me how to fill my spine with light
    and send it out to the world through my crown"

    Such glorious intimacy.

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  16. A delight! Those moments need to be treasured :)

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    1. A delightfully intimate and luxurious write, please do continue,

      Elizabeth

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  17. Such a dear deep look at a relationship. Thank you.

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  18. There is nothing better than luxuriating with a book and a purring cat :-)

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  19. This poem is so inviting. I have the time, the means and the desire, yet I never do it. But now I feel like I have just the right invitation to luxuriate, guiltless in the comfort of my home. Thanks Rosemary for sharing your luxury moment - an inspiration to me.

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  20. I am guilty too in having a luxurious Saturday (or any day haha. Love this one so much Rosemary. I just need to relax and enjoy the show.

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  21. This is a splendid little scene that you have sketched here, so affectionately. A reminder that when we give ourselves permission to bask in simple pleasures, they can become luxurious - and, I think, restorative to our psyche and sense of emotional (and physical) well-being. Wonderful writing, Rosemary.

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  22. Life should be like this...luxuriating in a comfy bed with reading and writing with a cat or two...often !

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  23. I bet you were purring like that cat.

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