Maybe you were right;
maybe I shouldn’t curl into a ball,
but stand and fight.
Why are you always right?
Why does it hurt so goddamn much?
To just alight
from this world but
take you with me
to some islet
of coloured, spiral stars,
oceanic vistas of black,
but yet we part.
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NICE. of coloured, spiral stars,
oceanic vistas of black,
but yet we part. Great verse.
Thank you very much - an image I wish I could conjure into reality
if this is a dedication to your cat
then that's one lucky feline, lol
really like your exotic wording and imagery
a fun read (islet, was a brilliantly quirky twist)..
btw my friend, have you read
'Kafka on the Shore' by Haruki Murakami?
Ha, it was written after a conversation with a friend of mine. My response to most things is to curl into a ball like a hedgehog (a title of another poem of mine). He said I should be more like a cat and show bravado even if I've got nothing to back it up with. So there you go. I haven't read that book but I shall endeavour to do so thank you
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