Posted on 11/24/2003 9:52:48 AM PST by January24th
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rescue
what heart has not heard
at some time the plaintive
cry from the dark cold parking lot
and found a shivering abandoned kitten,
ready to fight for all its worth
to take up residence
with our own need.
Good kitty
I don’t think
I have ever known
a cat that
could accept
the authority of
my praise.
i share
the green chair
of a black cat's
slumber
cats
doubt
authenticity
a dream of Africa
a primordial joy
that haunts my sleep
Limpopo parables
and Kilmanjaro journeys
that must be taken
in this life
or the next
oh cradle me
in simple cares
of kukaburra song
this reign of
rainy days
brings a venusian
dream
of dry
and sky
and sun
Ditto
and
this reign of
ice snow and sub
zero temps
makes my joints ache
and complain for warm temps
mild breezes and dreams of
sand dunes and sun and loving
the day away into nights of
moon glow and you.
a child of the sun
I am
without cold imagination
of painful breaths
stolen through
woolen wraps,
I should must endure
with better patience
the pains of palm breezes
wracked with rain
sorry!
:o)
PINed
unauthorized purr-chaser,
a multicoloured cat
sleeps, keeps the lap safe
combination.
Blurb
Absolut conviction
is easily achieved
but its attendant sentence
of indeterminate intention
seems to beggar
the authority
of its sedition
Opening night
In my cat’s eyes
my efforts are
always rewarded
with glowing reviews.
absolut-ly
convinced
tonight
resolutely
remorseful
tomorrow
:o)
remorse
is an honourable
cup shaping the liquid
that flows without restraint
and would otherwise
seek its own level.
connected
through sea
brown eyes
to the tropical soul
that lives
inside
Connections
In this place of raging winds
of tossing waters left to spin
a loosing game do we win
when sweeping angels call us in.
We, too
Mourning cloaks
don’t dispose
the arguments
or suggestions
of their arbitrary
burden of colours
that are the instance
of their existence,
they accept the brief
of the moment as entire
justification and move
on, as all we must;
wings over the settled
disputes of dust.
Oh my beautiful.
Yours, too.
green frond
framed
shadow
yellow stucco
stuck
by the more
advantageous
images
of rum
and lime
remembering
a time
when egrets
and osprey
lined
the way
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