cinnamon in the coffee
drugs the bitter hours
heater's hum diminishes time
the marching band
the cat reverberates his purr
on a chest that needs to open
gently, he taps the coffee left
between my lips
all the wiles
the dog's head warms my feet
and her feet splay a humor
of content
drugs the bitter hours
heater's hum diminishes time
the marching band
the cat reverberates his purr
on a chest that needs to open
gently, he taps the coffee left
between my lips
all the wiles
the dog's head warms my feet
and her feet splay a humor
of content
I love tranquil poems if they suggest the ephemeral nature of experience. Lovely, Kay.
ReplyDeleteRead "even if" above.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Brian.
ReplyDelete~Always, Kay
Lovely poem. Such charmingly domestic visuals.
ReplyDeleteComparatively speaking, "he lightly smells the coffee left/ between my lips." seem a little weak to me.
Maybe I should buy a cat or a dog as my pet.
Kay, by the way, have you seen this video (http://www.thestar.com/videozone/965771--british-cat-purrs-at-73-decibels)?
It's about a house cat whose lawnmower-like purr hits 73 decibels — 16 times louder than the average feline.
Chen-ou