Open Poetry #13 |
Morning's Call |
nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Morning's Call... She wakes me up before my time, A time when he was always here To feed and nourish, attend to her Instead, it's me she wants to appear. I really don't mind, but I've lost a year Of sleepness nights, of dawn's first grace. So early every morning, I, Arise to here, for words to lace. And dress me come the early hours, To shower first or bathe in warm. For words are what sustains me now And hold me in, contain my form. They build me up when I am down, They rinse the residue of fear. Yes grateful that I have some thing To wake me every morning here. If even she is feline, just And tends to me by watching out, Informs me when it's time to live. Loves me wholly, I've no doubt. Someday, award her, I must do, No Oscar, Emmy or Golden globe Could ever be enough for her. Deserved she, both Crown and Robe. I think I'll make her one, myself And when I do, will snap her form. Frame it, placed for all to see That through dismay, she kept life warm. Forgiving always, she has been An unconditional friend in real. Without her, life would pass me by, It is her timing that makes me feel. This poem is dedicated to her And pets who share their love with all. I only hope she knows her worth When waking me with morning's call. ~Wynter "The worst prison would be a closed heart". ...Pope John Paul II [This message has been edited by nakdthoughts (edited 04-01-2001).] |
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2dalimit Member Elite
since 2000-02-08
Posts 2228Mississippi coast |
I'm glad you have a pet you can love. (But, cats aren't my favorite.) Melton |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Wynter, at first I thought it was your muse that woke you in the early light and now I find it is your cat, oh me oh my... what a fright her gentle prods and morning hugs filled this reader with delight joy bubbled forth and laughter rang at vision of the sight. well written. I love your metred verse. write on Kethry Those of us who refuse to risk and grow get swallowed up by life. Patty Hansen. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Melton...actually I am allergic to her but I lost my afghan of 15 years a few years back and this was a found pet..that I was left with..it is really my husband's...but she loves the hand that feeds her..*s and Kethry..it really is cute..she comes up to my face the same time every morning and taps my cheek with her paw trying to wake me up to feed her..*s ~Wynter "The worst prison would be a closed heart". |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
soft and delicate Wynter. . . wonderful. . . -------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Thank you Sven, I am glad you stopped by ~Wynter "The worst prison would be a closed heart". |
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