Smoke curls up...
A feral cat on the prowl.
Mind shuts down...
A precious gift used most foul.
Thoughts are scattered...
A mouse dead-gift for the owl.
Starve it out...
Delight of the stomach's growl.
On April 27th, 2012 05:39 am (UTC), (Anonymous) commented:
Against your recommendation, I read your poem. I'm glad I didn't listen to you...
Today was "Try to Get Through the Entire Day Without Bursting Into Tears Day"- again. It's like President's Day, except it's almost everyday and I don't get the day off from work or school. The day was mostly a success, but as I read the third stanza of your poem, I started to cry. Then I read your poem again. And again. I don't know how to explain how I feel, but something in your poem explains it all.
So I guess I just want to say... Thank you. Thank you for writing this. Thank you for sharing.