A dirty place this world can be,
bruising flesh and ego equally.
A place with no charm where
words are bandied about in a
filthy sewage that is ageless.
But I have a room and to that room
I have the luxury of a sturdy key.
I close the door and pretend life
is static outside, waiting for me.
I fix a fine cup of cocoa, round
up a good novel, a thriller. . .
I let it cocoon me with my cats
who purr, unaware of my pain.
No, who huddle with me because
of my pain - which they can feel.
An extra blanket, the heating pad
on low, lights out, blinds closed,
mingled breath of cats and human
blinking away the ugliness of it all.
In a list
A contest entry
- Tender Ablutions by george the 23rd.
1500 points, ended November 25, 2008, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Tell me what you think, but kindly, please.
Comments
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Nicely written... That first stanza is a powerhouse!
"dirty place this world can be,
bruising flesh and ego equally.
A place with no charm where
words are bandied about in a
filthy sewage that is ageless."
I like that you can take such a spiteful opening statement and turn it into a poem about reading with your cats, and the various pleasures that go along with that. I try to read, and my cats have their noses, or the other end planted in my book in no time. Good job!
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