there was nothing
soft
about her
black hair
and black stare
fixed
in feline trance
kept her apart
without presence
her stupor
clawed nine lives
lynx
wasting away
one season
after the other
burdened
bastard being
mad alley cat
In a list
A contest entry
- Ladies Only Contest by MuddyKing.
1750 points, ended September 24, 2008, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wow, this gets right to the heart and gut of the matter, a voice from the inside to the out, the wildness of feral nature, how that might be all madness is, it is so well encompassed in your words. Amazing. Congrats on the honorable.
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I love the picture you have painted with your words, the perfect compliment to the art.
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This feels as if you became one with the painting as you wrote. The desperate wanting of another life, clawing for another chance. But with out a tail for a rudder one is left floundering within the walls of ones mind. Feeling the weight of being alone.
Beautiful! Even dark is beautiful! Good luck in the contest. This was a genuine pleasure to read.
tmd
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A trance fixed, to protect herself from the woes of the world. love this and the imagery conveyed.
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this is the black cat moan
excellent
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That feral look in her eyes tells you that she never feels safe and will never be comfortable with anyone but herself. Sad, really, that life comes to that for some. But life is neither just nor fair...it just is... I like your poem. It seems different from your usual themes...or maybe I'm just too behind in my reading to know that themes as well as life are ever changing. Take care, fair poet...
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this brought a smile to my face pretty poetess.
Good luck in contest
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