I’d like to challenge you to write a Kay-Ryan-esque poem: short, tight lines, rhymes interwoven throughout, maybe an animal or two, and, if you can manage to stuff it in, a sharp little philosophical conclusion.
More grey than white
she was,sensuously stirring,
if otherwise
sleeping or pretending
to sleep,what attracted
her to peep
through the glass
then back down
and pass
to the side
to laze as if
in a drunken daze
daily visit
a long quiet look
then off to the nook,
satisfied with one
deep open eyed
glance,set her
in the love trance,
no desire to roll
or prance
contentment replete
in form and fur
silent breath
silent purr
guarding the door
on barren floor
profound faith
defying death_
my love have seen
no desire for more
to heaven I’ve been
wonderful.
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Thank you Emily
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effective wording.
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Thank you Kora leah
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