All that a critic, as critic, can give poets is the deadly encouragement that never ceases to remind them of how heavy their inheritance is. Harold Bloom
Vasequillo lake
about 15 minutes from our home
"You can never compete with anyone but yourself." Cassandra George Sturges MA, MA, Psy.D
Ah, those cats: aren't they the lucky ones?
ReplyDeleteIt ain't a dogs life for cats, is it?
ReplyDeleteLike it!
ReplyDeleteNice! It's a cat's life.
ReplyDeleteWhat we cannot reach, we dream. Beautiful notation.
ReplyDeleteSweet accolade for Jasmine! I like the shadorma form ... will be trying one today! Thank you for the inspiration!
ReplyDeleteThat's the life! :)
ReplyDelete=^..^= Meow!
ReplyDeleteI can visualize the setting—and the cat.
ReplyDeleteAh, a moment of respite. Needed by one and all. Good idea and love the simple, but satisfying image you created,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Oh to be a cat!
ReplyDeleteViv, like Andy said to be a cat:)
ReplyDeleteNot for a cat it isn't, Stan.
ReplyDeleteThanks Dave:)
ReplyDeleteIt is that, Irene.
ReplyDeleteWe can do that, Ron:)
ReplyDeleteI am happy to be an inspiration, Marianne. I like the form, it is simple and easy to work with.
ReplyDeleteWouldn't be bad to be a cat, Jinksy:)
ReplyDeleteBack atcha, Brenda =^..^=
ReplyDeleteThanks Linda.
ReplyDeleteVery much needed on this end, Elizabeth.
ReplyDeleteWouldn't it be great, Andy.
ReplyDeleteLovely little poem, Pam. Our pets are such delights, such fun to watch.
ReplyDeleteThanks Mary, I needed a bit of a relaxing break, and what better subject matter.
ReplyDeleteOh, lovely!
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