Open Poetry #46 |
Feral Cats don't Cry |
Kethry D Member
since 2010-04-12
Posts 64Australia |
Sorry Deer another dirge This rutting thing is never love this pain, this fear, his hateful shove and if by chance she does survive she feels such guilt each day alive she does not cry, her tears held in and nothing shows, not fear or sin she's numb each day in equal measure - holds back her love while giving pleasure she’s feral and she’s not quite sane she harms herself to ease her pain her private parts are simply tools but will not kiss – that’s in her rules she knows her power and that’s a fact but guilt builds up with every act one day she’ll die or just explode or else while rutting she’ll implode then be no more, she’s only shell her silence kept she will not tell she's safe in here, there’s no abuses this rutting thing – it has it’s uses A poet must leave traces of his passing not proof. Rene Char [This message has been edited by Kethry D (06-26-2010 10:04 PM).] |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Yo dear Kethry D, This has good rhythem and rhyme. Love Bobby |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
I agree about the meter and rhyme... It is a good write, imho. I've known people who are like this inside, not willing to trust again for years. Sometimes they do snap out of it eventually. The only feral cat that ever let me get close enough to pet him, back at an apartment complex I used to call home, really needed the affection, though you could see he'd been in a lot of fights. |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Dirge on, Keth, especially when you do it in such perfect meter and style. I have two feral cats that I feed twice a day on my back porch. It took me over six months to get one to come close enough to pet and a couple of months more for the other one, watching. Now they are all over me when I bring the food out, rubbing, purring and fearless. It can happen with the passage of time and having confidence in another. Even dirges can have happy endings |
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Earl Brinkman Senior Member
since 2010-03-03
Posts 1183Osaka, Japan |
I have to agree. The rhyme and meter are very good. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
I love it...and especially the innuendo...of some humans. Good to see you Keth, hope you are well. M |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Dirges are one thing good poems are another and feral cats? Well... I can mind where you're coming from but I have heard them scream. Let's talk, yes? |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
reminds me of times I lived once...but those are long ago thanks for this dirge |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
I fell in love with this poem. I loved the title, the structure, the words. Fantastic job. A |
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LindsayP Member Elite
since 2007-07-28
Posts 3410Australia, Victoria |
A great poem Kethry, I really enjoyed it. Well written. Lindsay |
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