A Fruitful decay

you don't sleep to wake up

it would be like losing 

precious things on purpose

i don't pet cats

simply for the softness

i'm no animal

it runs deeper than that

much but not so much

taste isn't really about eating

full isn't truly about filling

(maybe)

paint's aren't about coloring

death isn't about dying

cold it comes 

when warmth you forget to bring

the secret, here

we've all done this before.

animal

enemy

friend 

some family,

We have seen this before

Getting lost is part of the journey

(death)

(dying)

people and their pets

pets and their people

life and its loss

loss and that's,

What all of life is

Nothing was allowed for the keeping

Author's Note

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

You may keep for a period of time, but you never keep forever, because eventually everyone and everything dies, so nothing is for the keeping evermore. Time limits us too. We may have a short or long life, which then means that what we do and what we have is temporary. We own animals; they are for keeping only until they die. Much to think about here.
Best, B

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

This poem actually made me think, a lot about the meaning of things. I never heard that song before. Interesting. tyfs

[R.J Calzonetti (Siniste..]

Thanks for sharing the poem, I like your perspective. I myself have a cat, she's getting older now. The dichotomy here is quite interesting.