Chosen by Tess for Magpie Tales, Mag 276
Summer Love
It's become awkward
and muggy besides, cobber.
(That's Aussie for pal.)
The dog wants a friend.
The cat has what it wants now.
And your painting shows
a late afternoon
but you have called it a night,
a hot summer's night.
And me? I sit here
in my basement writing you
this aside on love.
June 28, 2015 3:12 PM
Another Michael Sowa:
Love all these levels of reality in your poem. Intriguing and sensitive.
ReplyDeletesweet words!
ReplyDeleteAn aside on love, like it Christopher, and good to see an aussieism being used, good on ya mate....
ReplyDeleteawww, beautiful
ReplyDeleteI can tell you that where I live this could very well be night at this time of the year.. night is just a few hours, and not really very dark.
ReplyDeleteRight; it's a midsummer night's day...
ReplyDeleteI immediately thought of Alaska as I read your poem ~~ in summer. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteI like it! Nice twist.
ReplyDeleteLove the poem, and have loved Sowa's gently bizarre paintings for years.
ReplyDeletethere is definitely something a bit eerie about midsummer's night, too...
Nice one. So many dogs need more frequent friends!
ReplyDeleteWhere there's love there's hope - and a tin of food to share! Lovely.
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Cobber! Love it...and you posted my very favorite Sowa...Fowl in Pearls...
ReplyDeleteThank you all for visiting and saying kind things. Writing to prompts keeps us all green, I think.
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