Never pray or practice imbalanced ramifications,
simply contemplate living from an over-stuffed easy chair
with its worn out tapestry,
while in the mind rolling thoughts surge
like waves that break hard against jagged rocks …
to lose the last breath of life on uncontemplated
mad hysteria as if lying in a hospital bed with no sheets,
where giant stone walls surround from uninvited eyes …
bloodshot pools of madness
My tabby left the flower garden
strutting on little padded feet, all the
while grinning and whistling
a tune about better friends out in the world
Companions come and go, leaving their mark behind
like Indian tattoos burnt into the skin
A trip to a local pet shop would replace you
But will I ever feel completely satisfied? I will miss
your grinning and whistling when the garden is quiet
Red Wolf Journal Spring 2014, and a fresh start
10 years ago
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Made me sad, Pamela. And no, no creature can ever fill that empty space left by another. I would like to "leave" whistling, strutting.
ReplyDeleteVictoria, this is total fiction, my cats have never left me, but many humans have by way of death, with this prompt I decided not to go there.
ReplyDeletePam, I like the way you are able to write fictional poems. I can seldom manage this. It is sad when humans leave one, sad as well when animals do. It does seem companions (animal and human) come and go. So glad to see you writing a poem a day!
ReplyDeleteThanks Mary, I am happy to be with all of you wonderful people.
ReplyDeleteIt's a difficult skill to master, writing believable fiction as poetry. Well done!
ReplyDeleteThanks Tilly, but I believe the prompt was responsible for this outcome.
ReplyDeleteI like it. Especially the Indian tattoo.
ReplyDeletePets come into our lives, sometimes only for short periods, yet leave an indelible mark, yes, like the Indian tattoo. Like this a lot, Pamela,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Thanks Brenda:)
ReplyDeleteThanks Elizabeth, I can't seem to leave a comment on any wordpress sites and I know some other folks are experiencing the same problems. I have read your poem, but I can't comment.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem, Pamela. A brilliant cacophony of light and heavy symbolism! I liked the whole thing; the cat description was a particularly unexpected pleasure.
ReplyDelete"My tabby left the flower garden
strutting on little padded feet, all the
while grinning and whistling
a tune about better friends out in the world"
Shari
Thanks Shari, I believe the prompt itself, had much to do with its results.
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