your growl set the mood:
faithful feline, I purred
coaxing your hazel moments
one lick at a time.
heavily petting, I complied
my master -
your claw dug deeper
until I tore.
you crumpled bloody sheets,
then escaped;
I always landed
on my feet
hiding bruises
beneath soles.
(8 more lives)
Author notes
picture-inspired
A contest entry
- Quickie ~ 10 x 50 x 30 ~ Reserve Your Spot Now! ~ by Celticmoon.
300 points, ended July 20, 2007, 6 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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They say its only eight more lives, but it seems like its so much more than that. I liked the ending, "beneath soles," can be interrupted as "beneath souls" as well.
Well done, and congrats on the silver.
S -
I'm starting to think you just may be the metaphor queen :)) Love the ending to this one. Landing on the feet is important, too bad we aren't quite so agile as we age :)) Bravo hun!
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Love this!
Claws and all darling, claws and all.
Always plan on landing on your feet and you certainly will.
This is rich with imagery and metaphors. Love that ending!
Becky
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That last line gave me the chills...
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awesome write! very creative, and the flow was beautiful!
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this is interesting, i like this poem that you did here, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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And the prodigy strikes again! I so love this! Not to mention this is so relatable for me. Thank you for entering and good luck!
Blessings
Bel
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Very creative ~
I can see this pic inspired
your muse this evening ~
Well done ~
Good luck to you,
Bear ~
I always landed
on my feet
hiding bruises
beneath soles.
(8 more lives)
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Starting this now and will judge when received 2 more entries to close contest.
Your prompt is: Primal Calls
Or
The picture on main page
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