XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXGustav Klimt / 1862-1918xx
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xxxxxxxxxxxLADY WITH A FAN
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I've cruised through menopause,
replaced it with metaphors,
which I always prefer
to a scrawny simile.
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The heat and sweat
that seethed within my dreams
has weakened to a dribble.
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Now I am a cooled down Aphrodite,
wafting breezes with my pleated fan,
waiting for you to catch my drift.
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I'd rather be the fire that you seek
to melt the snow on your boots,
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than the brushwood waiting
for a match to strike,
hoping that the kindling will ignite.
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Phew! Bit hot in here, Lyn?! C'mon baby, light my fire!
ReplyDeleteHi Derrick-
ReplyDeleteSorry, but the moment has passed!! Hang around for the next metaphor!!
so well said!
ReplyDeleteHi Jeane-
ReplyDeleteYa really think so? Thank you...
I'm trying to adjust to the fact that my blog has reprogrammed itself and chosen a look!! Gremlins at work again....
Well, my dreams are still seethed with heat and sweat. Is it hot in here, or is it me?
ReplyDeleteHi Willow-
ReplyDeleteWhat a price to pay! Really...thanks...
It never fails-I just finish applying my makeup each morning and a hot flash hits and melts my face. I'm looking forward to when they "weaken to a dribble"! I love Gustav Klimt's paintings.
ReplyDeleteHi Deedee-
ReplyDeleteThank you..yes, Klimt..such elegance!
And we just get stronger, right?
Strong, amazing poem. You had me by the first stanza. Consider me a lifetime subscriber.
ReplyDeleteIf you get a chance, I recently started a poetry blog. It's not as good as yours, but, meh.
helloabsurdworld.blogspot.com
Hi Hannah-
ReplyDeleteThanks for your kind words..just checked your Blog, will return..I'm #6 also.