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Post by Brigid Briton on Feb 22, 2014 16:38:25 GMT -6
She sleeps,
unaware that I am watching,
and wondering
what she’s dreaming.
No longer young,
but still my baby,
she stretches,
black velvet
ballerina slipper feet
tipped by half-extended claws.
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Post by SweetSilverBird on Feb 22, 2014 17:26:14 GMT -6
That's a lovely vignette, Brigid. I can really relate. This is a perfect example of why we need poetry. To share these little jewel-like moments of time with others. Not everyone can have a cat, but with your words, they can imagine.  |
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Post by Fire Monkey on Feb 23, 2014 3:12:32 GMT -6
Nicely expressed.
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Post by saore on Feb 23, 2014 9:08:16 GMT -6
This should be published, Excellent writing.
Sergio
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