Black Cat
A Poem by
Tim Lion
Black cat,
body-deep in the snow,
abstains from the cold
of winter,
and playfully
catches water drops
from a melting icecicle
like a worshipper
praying for peace
in the midst
of a full-scale
riot.
© 2011 Tim Lion
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black cat-cool
Posted 14 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
There's always time to stop and lick the icicle of peace... shoulda given him more muffin frosting ....
for the fact that you take the time... the notice... it's prayer enough.
Posted 14 Years Ago
There's always time to stop and lick the icicle of peace... shoulda given him more muffin frosting ....
for the fact that you take the time... the notice... it's prayer enough.
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
spectacular!
Posted 14 Years Ago
spectacular!
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
love your writing style...great write! :)
Posted 14 Years Ago
love your writing style...great write! :)
2 of 2 people found this review constructive.
ooo how it turns! I second SK - what a metaphor! nice - the moment of isolation in that riot - lapping at the falling drops! nice!
Posted 14 Years Ago
ooo how it turns! I second SK - what a metaphor! nice - the moment of isolation in that riot - lapping at the falling drops! nice!
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
Hell of a metaphor. Wish I'd thought of it. You're kicking poetic a*s now! ;)
Write on!
Posted 14 Years Ago
Hell of a metaphor. Wish I'd thought of it. You're kicking poetic ass now! ;)
Write on!
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
Fantastic!
Posted 14 Years Ago
Fantastic!
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
I like the reference of snow to riot.. it's a strange contrast to my feelings of winter. thank-you for this.
Posted 14 Years Ago
I like the reference of snow to riot.. it's a strange contrast to my feelings of winter. thank-you for this.
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
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Added on February 9, 2011
Last Updated on February 9, 2011
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Tim Lion Lake Worth, FL
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Sometimes, when the moon presses her naked chest to my window, and my wife is carving the value from trash scraps, I feel like I may never be able to outshine my finite timeline. And the worst part is..
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