Image: painting by Karen Margulis
Cats:
beings
so sublime,
mysterious,
e'er independent;
Up, down, here, there! - and then
sleeping, tucked in by the sun,
lost in dreams of earth and cosmos.
Worshipped by ancients, with them preserved;
My lap reserved for the one I adore.
Written for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics, hosted this week by Marina Sofia. Her prompt, Animal Symbolism or Antics, invited us to write a poem about an animal. Mine is written in the poetry form, Etheree, which consists of ten lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables.
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the purr of a cat on the lap is so soothing
ReplyDeleteNice use of form! Definitely something I don't experiment with enough, so thanks for the reminder.
ReplyDeleteNo, not gushing, but your love for our feline friends shines through loud and clear!
ha. mine likes to snuggle up under my neck...i would love to be able to see where he goes at night on adventures...
ReplyDeleteOh yes, cats definitely understand about the comfort of laps!! Smiles. Enjoyed your form.
ReplyDelete(And thanks for your comment on my blog. You definitely understood the message!)
ReplyDeleteyou have captured those selfish ...heartowning... creatures in this...makes me want to get myself another cat!! thankyou
lovely delicious cats! Lucy actually gets up in my lap for a wonderful moment or two! Cheers!
ReplyDeletelovely write... I'm allergic to cats... still go over to my friend's house and pet hers tho... and sneeze a lot, too. haha
ReplyDeleteAw, your poetry makes me miss my cats -- long gone now.
ReplyDeleteIs there ever anything quite so "tucked in by the sun" as a cat? I don't think so. Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteah they sure carry an aura of mystery... and they def. have their own mind...lovely painting as well
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