There is nothing more ordinary
Than a black cat
Simply soaking up
Every hint of heat
In the watery winter sunlight
There is nothing simpler
Than three late geraniums
Red as blood
Waiting for the first
Sharp frost
A contest entry
- The Ultimate Sophistication by autarky.
700 points, ended November 30, 2007, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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When all that could be sprawls in front of you
like the vistas of the painted desert arising in the strata of possibility, each gradation is a nuance of potential; each hue an avenue of approach toward a separate oblivion...
Oh my... two of my very favourite things in the whole world! This piece is absolutely gorgeous.
Breathtaking in it's simplicity.
Good luck in the contest ~ crisstiena
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I like the way you've conveyed vivid imagery in so few words--very well done.
Bill
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Love this as it's so simply worded, but conveys the season so well. That reminds me, I must get my geraniums in the greenhouse! Good luck in the contest.
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This is a very nice poem, the pictures it created flashing through my head were both pleasurable and thought provoking. You are a master of being able to use a few words to tell a whole enticing story, well done. Good luck in the contest.
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If there is a warmer spot, the cat is in it.
I like both stanzas, you have painted a still life with cat and geraniums. "Three" is intriguing, and generally there is great seasonal imagery. Best of luck!
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