Rahsash Geldich Posted May 3, 2002 Report Posted May 3, 2002 I was prowling around, Lost in a play (Practice of course) Going a meandering way. Rhyming couplets Dancing through my head Where is my poetry? Having to draw instead.... Likening to a cat, My manners changed. Feline grace and Phrasing estranged. Pages covered in Hidden words. Life Is dancing around Through the strife And I finally sigh And flex my claws I've gotten my poetry In my paws. I purr with contentment I have my little birds But this feline child Likes her birds of words!
Nyyark Posted May 3, 2002 Report Posted May 3, 2002 Cool, I really like this. It reminds me of the way my English teacher just taught the class to write an essay. Its neat to see it applied to poetry as well.
Justin Silverblade Posted May 3, 2002 Report Posted May 3, 2002 Wow, this is a really neat poem. I love the feel, and the... well everything really. I like it a lot! Good work, please keep it up (<-- that's the hard part, I find. ). Edited by: Justin Silverblade at: 5/3/02 6:29:08 pm
Gyrfalcon Posted May 4, 2002 Report Posted May 4, 2002 *Gyrfalcon laughs and applauds* I enjoyed this quite a bit. Cats are great coinhabitants. (not pets, you note. That's because we're the cats' pets. At least, from their viewpoint. *grin*)
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