Snuggle
wrap my soft furry
tail around me
pull it close under
my chin
winter's snow rests
in the fields
it has become a
blanket
keeps us warm
as we move closer in
the dark
February 4, 2015
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Taker or Giver
to speak of
cancer the c word taker or giver
life is a line drawn
on the pavement street art done by everyone
the line just so
long shows the character of the artist everyone an artist
everyone a life but
just so long then what...
how does it end often it is cancer
taker or
giver giving us a way out when the sands have run out
eats away makes a
portal opens a door
lets in the
sunshine makes space taker or giver
you ended my mother's life and my son's perhaps you will come for me
February 4, 2014
15 comments:
Ah.. cats look so comfortable in their curled Winter tails.. and the tale of human is expressed so comfortably in woolen tails that become blankies..:)
Annell.. just a note.. your dVERSE Mr. linkie link.. didn't work.. so I Googled your poetry to comment...:)
If it's not an issue on my end.. you might want to check your typed in link..:)
i wanna curl up as well... so cold over here... i wish for a furry tail now - ha
fixed your link
I see a little fox, burrowing deep..........loved this, my friend.
ha. makes me think about my cat who tucks himself into himself...
sometimes we must dig in to survive the winter...outside and in...
A portal indeed. The poem I wrote "Winters Accusation" is a door
http://moondustwriter.com/2015/01/27/winters-accusation-poetry-cancer-photography/
Oh, that closing line. Very powerful, "makes a portal, opens a door." Makes me think about what lies on the other side. Losing your mother and then your son in such a short time makes you all too well aware of the c word, my friend. I am so sorry. And I admire you so much for the grace with which you walked through it all. Cancer creates heroes, whether we wish to be or not. We are called, and must rise to meet it.
By the way, Annell, your link at PU doesnt bring us here - we have to come in thru your site.
The winter and how we curl up ... yes I want to feel like a cat, or hibernate like a bear..
Thank God for cats! Reading "Cancer / Taker or Giver" Iwas thinking this is amazingly positive--until I got to the end! Then the beginning read like a person in shock, practicing acceptance. Sometimes cats can help us wrap ourselves around loss. Sometimes nothing helps. You express that so well. Thank you. (Writing helps me.)
Sweet, intimate feel to this poem - it took me a while to realise it was about a cat...
Perhaps it is both..it takes good things..gives us more experience...i love the first poem..all snuggled up tail over head..that is the best state to be in..to take life as it is in this moment xo
We can accept mortality until it crosses our paths; then we realize how important life is. Somehow we mustn't let that then ruin our lives but live it to the full.
Your scattered feelings of grief and anxiety come across. I was surprised to realize it was about a cat, but perfectly understandable.
Very expressive. The idea of street art makes the poem more alive.
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