Monday, September 20, 2010
The cat
The cat appears in many forms sublime:
whiskers like poets, and immune to time.
The purrs are our link to fine purity;
what divine thoughts cause those, we cannot see.
The sable coat evokes a sexual tension,
perhaps the subject of feline invention.
The lithe path the cat makes on tracks on high,
the tapestry above, but always sly.
The cat subsumes so many of our loves:
presumes the cat's indeed a breed above.
placed in Poets United Poetry Pantry #10
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Nice central metaphor, well developed. Makes me purr. - bill
ReplyDeleteMy four cats thank you from the bottom of their litter box!
ReplyDeleteNice writing, my three cats approve! ;-)
ReplyDeleteOur cat would love this. lol
ReplyDeleteIt would appear an inordinate number of writers are cat people. Cool!
you have place the nature of cat on page...love cats....bkm
ReplyDelete"whiskers like poets and immune to time"......one of the best lines ever! Good one!
ReplyDeleteI've one cat and two dogs. The cat sends his regards for this awesome post, lol! =)
ReplyDelete-Weasel
great reflection poem on cats.
ReplyDeletelovely image.
I don't have kitties anymore. Allergic to them. We have two teeny dogs, and they are so fun - except when they yap, LOL. I do love kitties, though, especially when they purrrrrr.
ReplyDeleteYou have captured the magnificents of a cat...lovely poem...:-)
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