Carrie Richards Poet Free verse

No Remorse

He shows no remorse, only pride...
        then why do I have mixed feelings arise?
            
Neither joy, nor sorrow comes to mind
           should I mourn, or should I praise?

when forlornly, I hear the familiar, 
          yet ruthless, yowling, gloating, meowing, ...
            coming from outside the kitchen door.... 
      
And when I look to see a headless mouse
            hanging from the mouth of our old grey cat....
                   such a scene makes me rather sad....

                                ...instead of glad



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Laura Smith March 20, 2009 at 6:17 AM This poem is saying to me that sometimes whem we get what we want its a good chance we could've waited for it. I like it Carrie!! And thanks for my comments as well...Luv Lau

Brian Strand March 18, 2009 at 6:36 AM Lovely vignette Carrie.Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comments on my postings

Brian Strand March 18, 2009 at 6:14 AM Thank you for your comment on my blog.Carrie.Rgds Brian

Kristin Reynolds March 16, 2009 at 4:26 PM Ah, the cat and her catch, a gift for her master. :) I understand totally. bitter sweet. love, K

Lord R. E. Taylor March 16, 2009 at 3:50 PM Well, at least it brought you a gift :) I love this because I live it a LOT with two cats. Good piece! Love Rob

Deirdre Omaidin March 16, 2009 at 3:16 PM I really like this one Carrie, very cleverly done and colourful. I actualy thought it was all about sone guy until I read down the page. REgards, Déirdre

Sharon Winter March 16, 2009 at 2:23 PM Carrie, your latest comments are cracking me up! Don't worry, I often miss a lot here, especially lately. Well, I've seen precious tiny birds, mice, chipmunks and worst of all, even baby bunnies, as the pride and joy of a feline (and even my dog sometimes -ugh!) kill. Why they must present it as a gift, is so vile and disgusting, but yes it is nature's way, and makes me very sad too. Sigh. Love, Shar

Lena Townsend March 16, 2009 at 2:00 PM Gross, and sad but a terrific write. You definately captured the images well in your writing. Yuck! LOL Thank you for your kind comments on my writing. Many blessings. Smiles from Lolita

Colin Mitchell Williams March 16, 2009 at 1:40 PM Hi Carrie.... nature is ruthless... great write !

Carolyn Devonshire March 16, 2009 at 1:25 PM You've captured the spirit of the cat showing off its prey. Unfortunately, many headless creatures have been laid at my door. Don't like to look at them, but I must appreciate that they are gifts of "pride" from my cats. Love this poem, Carrie!

Robin L. Gass March 16, 2009 at 12:58 PM Excellent piece, Carrie. The imagery is vivid in this true to life moment. One of my dogs is a good mouser and has preseted me with his catch. I don't like it when they get into the house but I don't like to see their life end either. Well sais, my friend! Love, Robin

Christopher Higgins March 16, 2009 at 11:43 AM This made me cringe...strong imagery in the last bit of this poem...I can't stomach the sight myself....thanks for the moving comments today.. they made me smile....Love.