Friday, December 01, 2006

Uncomfortably Warm

The world was warm yesterday,
at least my tiny speck of it.
I slept without my usual shirt,
the cat didn’t mind, but
the leather recliner was a bit sticky with it.

A cold front is moving in today,
I’ll stock up on bagged firewood.
I don’t know where the wood comes from,
but it fits perfectly in the galvanized tub
sitting next to the marble-faced hearth.

There will be a fire tonight, replete
with pops, cracks, hisses and rubbing hands.
I’ll sleep with a comforter over me, my shirt
will be where it’s suppose to be, and night,
like sand, will slide through the fingers of stars.


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21 comments:

Anonymous said...

This captures atmosphere so perfectly!

Anonymous said...

Very nice!

samuru999 said...

Loved it Pat!
Thank you!

Margie

Tongue in Cheek Antiques said...

Sweet dreams this evening and my your heart stay warmed by the fire!

Poetry by Kai said...

:-]
love the ending

Inconsequential said...

:)

MB said...

This sets a mood beautifully, Pat. That last line gets me. May you sleep well beneath those stars.

polona said...

i love the ambiance this one creates. wonderful stuff!

Anonymous said...

Mmmm...very cozy indeed. You do a wonderful job of comjuring up imagery.

~ann~ said...

sounds perfect.....mmmmm

lotsa luv ann xxxxx

Anonymous said...

Quite a kick at the end there, Pat.

J.B. Rowell said...

This is a lovely, lovely poem - you are a master of endings! I wonder if it could do without "like sand"???? just a thought.

Julia

Amy said...

Love the imagery Pat - but especially the idea of there being a fire... replete with pops, cracks, hisses and rubbing hands - makes me smile.

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

Good luck! It's miserable here!

Don Iannone said...

I can picture all this. Good one. Pat.

Pris said...

You bring this so alive, Pat. I like!!

Russell Ragsdale said...

That last image was shockingly fine. At fifteen lines, ending with what could be a fine couplet you are on the verge of a non-rhyming sonnet. What a decisive (and wonderful) transition that concluding image provided!

Amalendu said...

I loved the way the poem ends....

Masago said...

Sorry about the cold we are sending you. :-)

I like the last line, "night,
like sand, will slide through the fingers of stars"

Pat Paulk said...

Joyce, thank you!!

Thanks Margo!!

Thank, you Margie!!

Thank you Corey, I did!!

Thank you Kai!!

Thank you Inconsequential!!

MB, what's a little insomina among friends, eh?? Thank you!!

Polona, I love ambience. Thank you!!

Meander, I'm just a little, well maybe not so little, conjurer. Thank you!!

Thanks Ann!!

Thanks Bill!! I do my best to kick every chance I get.

Thank you Julia!! Would you believe I didn't have it in there originally. I convinced myself the image wasn't strong enough without it. It certainly reads better without it. If I submit it somewhere, I'm going to take it out. Thank you!!

Amy, thanks!! Those kinds of lines are fun to write. Doesn't take much to entertain me.

Andrew, ya'll took the fight out of the storm. We just got some cooler temps.

Thanks Don!!

Thanks Pris!! Not like misletoe...

Russell, purely coincedental, I assure you. Thank you Sir!!

Thanks Amalendu!!

Vaughn, thank you!! We need some cold here.

gautami tripathy said...

I can't believe it. I felt the same way last night. Though we don't have fires here at this time of the year. But the comforter was..er...very comforting!