... balance, breathing and moths ..for me, oft times a source of inspiration ..lol...written one late summer...
Grey cat jump up to my lap and pause with me
At cool decline of day
When cloud billow drifts
In contemplation of summer rain
Past peek-a-boo moon shine . . . It all seems so simple
Sitting here, lazy in Adirondack green,
Tease of temperate gust against a cheek,
Grey cat zigzagging between my feet
And eyes to heaven
Spellbound in the rhythm of distant star flame,
A twinkle to my sight . . . It all seems so simple
To fill the lungs with gentle thoughts,
Swell and stir inside my chest, the spirit gift,
The same that ignites outmost meteor,
The same that cups the fickle rain above my head
This genius rising in, and out through me . . . Seems so simple
To know what the balance ought to be
Between the inhale and exhale
Of unbounded galaxies.
Seems so simple to understand
That all is well with the moth that flutters round
Naked yellow bulb burning
Loved this poem and have a cat named Seashore gray like this one and is 11 years old and my little girl. she is great company and like your style in writing too. You simply say it like you feel it. Lois C.
You write with lucid insight into your surroundings. Crossing the boundaries of the tactile, and the philosophical, with the ease of a swinging pendulum. Does the cat know that it's being scrutinized by such a talent as you?
You have captured and conveyed the atmosphere surrounding you very effectively via your verses, Jeanne René. Thank you for sharing your gift. Love and peace to you,
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