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tabby cat, eyes glow
moving in garden shrubbery
hunting, pausing
alert to movement
within shadowed places
soft purr erupting
pounce and miss
joyful moment, hunt is fun
now a nap for her
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beautiful
braying voice loud
unhappy soul, no
true contentment
he simply wants attention
and see you
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Eureka, a thought, a pause, a word unwritten, floats above him
A sign to this gullible soul, a warning, depression may soon strike
The poet smiles inside, no buffoonery here, his fingers tensed, ready
Brain alert, hands freed to strike the keys, to make language appear
He is not just a putter down of words, he lives inside an extraordinary world
Empathy, his spectacular gift, phrases shared to bare the wounds and pleasures of Mankind
Ubiquitous, should be the poet's middle name, his verse is truth, found everywhere
In mountain village, towering cityscape or humble home, the poet's lines are read and spoken
In them, his expression of love, of life, of folly is understood, passed from one to the other
Groups will gather to discuss, to share his thoughts, his written word
Black letters placed on paper, his inner songs spread to open ears and willing hearts
Imagination fired in others by the fingers of a solitary person, depression defeated again today
Admitted Poetry Soup 5/18 poem submitted 5/31/18
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My gift on treasured shoulders lay
Touch him, roll him, kiss his breast
But know, you're not his first
I too came to love this bit of shell
This tiny structure, set upon my pink cushions, soft as day
Together, we lay in watery depths, hidden within translucent light
At first, its birth unwanted
I tried to shed this growing thing
In time, I came to know this silent child, held fast within me
He grew in circlets, brightness in its unseeing eyes
I shielded him from the outside world
This thing, my own, my special orb
Then one day a metal bite
Fingers entered and felt my child
A rip, a tear and then I lost
My orphaned one, bound on knotted string
His future lie, on slender necks
Adorned by a lover's gift
Now, I a tiny thing, a bit of shell
Placed upon pink cushions, soft as day
To wait and grow, until I too, can be touched
And kissed upon a loved one's throat
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sunlight streaming
breath on frosted pane
crystal patterns etched
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Silver shadows, moving in piney woods
golden leaves, on stick thin branches
Touching, grating, letting their presence known
On the ground, seemingly dead things move
In the breeze, bronze shapes flutter and lift
Then rest, to wait for winter’s chill, and springtime rains
To nourish, the great roots of nearby trees, dormant yet alive
Golden leaves set the stage, for sunlit growth and warmer days
To come, when life will sprout and grow once again
In due time these too will bronze, die and fall
To sustain the forest crust and renew thick wood
Nature’s promise held in silver shadows, moving in piney woods
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A dragon fly follows
Between crystal glazed rocks
Rippling water flows
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pink toes in snow
wet silver fur darkened
whiskers shivering
soft grass nest nearby
his mate is waiting
with warmth and love
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Fluttering wings lift
Angels breath supported
God's gift to you
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tinsel hangs
glitter glows
gift boxes
lids closed
nervous
hands out
Santa knows
torn paper
wonderful
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