A Kitty party of disturbed minds

 

Kitty party of disturbed mind

Disturbed minds in a kitty party, talk of

pink happiness with the covert tongues.

A kitchen garden with a crow and its

curious peaks is growing tired buds.

Pale sun lies on the lean porch. Smells of scones

and tea and gutters inside purposeless

talks. The month of September

rustles on a flying calendar.

She can not suppress any more.

The cut on her left cheek

tells louder tale

than she can ever weave.

Tell them the myth of non violence;

tell them tall tales of campfires and fairies.

Tell them something hushed

you have learned from rumors

till now does not exist

and crumble down

upon a head-resting bed

after they have gone.

Of course you want them back the weekend next,

for all of them lives in the same plain

so far it is the question of happiness.

Reviews

[R J Askew]

Great title. So the girls gather n blather. But all not well perhaps. I read the crow to be a surly husband. Note your trademake use of light n shade, which gives poem a painterly feel. The cut on the cheek says 'my man is beating me up'? Love is a fairy tail here. Ach, and the girls are all in the same boat, one way or another.

[Dani California]

Great metaphor! The kittys .... and their shallow conversations,
where they hide the depth and the pain of their reality. Deflect. Deflect.

And misery loves company.

Awesome write!

[Broken.]

wow. this truly amazing. such thoughts, such wonders roam through my head with this piece. in depth as well.

[alternative_be]

A kitty party makes me think of an image from my childhood... All the neighbourhood cats lying on our lawn, during an indian summer... As a kid I sometimes wondered what they were on about.
Your poem provides the explanation...
However, sometimes it seems to me that you have minor grammar issues...
A Kitty Party of Disturbed minds works. But A Kitty Party of Disturbed Mind leaves me somewhat confused.
I would go for Disturbed Minds at the Kitty Party, which is much more clear to the reader.