Morning Poem # 6
Posted on | September 27, 2006 |
All night the cat slept curled
on the chair opposite the bed,
content to hear the heartbeats of her humans
lost in slumber.
Now she wakes and stretches
a beautiful apostrophe of feline ease,
becoming a comma, then an M
before she struts away.
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September 27th, 2006 @ 8:54 pm
Ah, cats! We have two and they delight me and drive me crazy by turns.
I loved the poem about your childhood friend. And I posted a poem of my own:)
September 28th, 2006 @ 9:16 am
My cat sleeps on the bed and her warm weight cuts the bed in half. I have been writing haiku every day, thanks to you, and posting them. Your poem today is lovely.
September 28th, 2006 @ 3:32 pm
i’ve really enjoyed reading your poems
September 28th, 2006 @ 4:30 pm
I’m telling, you’ve started something very dangerous, this poem writing stuff.
What if I overdose on poetry? What’s the cure, reading staid medical journals?
Christina, I really like this poem, it makes me feel the very catness of your cat. Most of all I like, “beautiful apostrophe” - it’s just all glory, that line.
September 30th, 2006 @ 12:11 am
so beautiful…