Gata, you are definantly in touch with your love of nature and it shows. Just wonderful. By all means, please, share more. I too am self concious of my writing, but it helps to hear if it's liked or not.
Alex, that was just cute. Funny. I smiled reading it. MORE. MORE. MORE.
Your eyes
are not
the only
eyes that
see me.
I look
at myself
with my
own eyes,
and I
know that
what you
see is
not the
real me.
You see
what you
want to,
what you
need to,
not the
soul who
looks back
at you.
I watch you slink
so self-important
as I think thoughts
both vile and mordant
your world is small
your cares are few
my dearest wish
is to be like you
as my thoughts darken
again and again
you are my only
light, my friend
I hate to be the bearer of bad tidings, 3lk, but Miss Nell isn't preggers. She's just fat!
BTW, is it possible for spayed females to get "sympathy pains" (or something
) when around a nursing mom? Shortly after my foster cat, Nora, and her 4 kittens came, Nell's boobs began getting bigger. I thought it was just my imagination at first, but now I'm almost sure.
I'm praying for Michele and her missing little one. Hope they are back together soon.
Mice are quiet.
Mice are shunned
because they are small
and silent.
I was a mouse.
I changed.
Now I am disliked
and feared
because I have roared.
I could go back
to being a mouse.
However,
I think I won't.
I like roaring.
And there are so many people
who should be roared at.
I bought some incense
and named it Frank.
I held up a teller
in a cloud bank.
Cat complain,
I'm feline fine.
I've found myself
and lost my mind.
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OMG...you have no idea how wide my eyes got when I read that!! Have you read any of the stuff that's out! LOL...please don't say that. You're a great poet! Have confidence in your gift!
I feel kind of embarrassed to say that I don't really read that many modern poets. I'm more into Emily Dickinson, Rumi, and others long-dead.
I know I'll submit my stuff eventually, but I have to get it organized first.
Although I have some stuff close at hand, I have been really careless with most of my writings. Several times when I was severely depressed and self-hating, I have gone through my files and thrown out whatever I could find. I truly regret that. With 20-20 hindsight I realize that the stuff I considered junk at that time was probably some of my best work.
I cling to the hope that I might remember most of the poems and stories I tossed out, someday. I found the draft fragments of a few and was able to reconstruct them. I guess being disorganized can be a good thing at times.
Ahhhhhh....sounds like the stuff I do!!! My problem also lies in that I'm a musician, artist, writer, poet, but master of none! So, I can truly relate to that...At least we've both realized that the key is consistancy and hindsight is 20/20...kinda makes me ill
Alexnell.....I really LOVED your stuff....even what you wrote at 3 am!!! You are talented!!! You and Blue, and Hissy...and I know there are others I am forgetting...ought to put a book together...maybe a joint effort..and have it published!!! I would buy one!!!!!!