“ Contrasts ” ~ giving life colour ~

 

Contrasts

Begs parting

Worth the notion,

From habitual views

Of time staid ideas,

To occasion awareness,

That gives life colour!

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“ I The Cat ” ~ on an ailing day ~

I strain to see

With but one eye,

My impulse

Aim’s to spy,

Or entice

Birds or flies,

Out of the sky…

 

I effort yet

With a lame eye, 

Imposed by mites

On a hellish plight,

That may encroach

On lifeline’s sight

And sure as well

My sense of smell…

 

Besieged am I

By acute stress,

As I’ve no way

To so express,

Should I go blind                                                                                         

Or loose my scent,                                                                                         

I’ll ne’er again gaze                                                                                

At a moon that amazed,                                                                                   

Nor sense a morrows’                                                                                  

Night time finds!         

                                              ode to Kallista

The silver grey one is the big Kaspar, and the tortoiseshell one is the somewhat smaller female Kallista.                                                                                                                    ode to Kallista

The silver grey one is the big Kaspar, and the tortoiseshell one is the somewhat smaller female Kallista.

Hard to love, even when Kaspar deposits his 8.5 kilos on you chest at 5:30 or 6 o'clock in the morning with him snorting in your ear, to tell you it's time to get up and prove you're alive .

Hard not to love, even when Kaspar deposits his 8.5 kilos on you chest at 5:30 or 6 o’clock in the morning with him snorting in your ear, to tell you it’s time to get up and prove you’re alive .

“ A Psyche State ” ~ man finds create ~

Of dubious acuity                           

Be a psyche state,

That lingers not

Past soul can take,

Wanting naught

Of feelings

Nor of thought,

One can but tell

Man finds create

Be a world in hell…

 

If  suffered reach

This insipid wade,

You’d soon perceive

You quickly fade,

The while you waste

In psyche space,

Man fashioned

Be a barren place!

“ Time’s Façade ” ~ in camouflage ~

Time will but efface

Despite disguise,

When what belies                                                  

Beneath the surface

Of its sad facade,

Starts to disclose

Time cannot hide,

In camouflage

All that will slide,

For in the end, alas

All shades will fade,

Thus best be wise                                                              

To define its guise,                                                            

Less you be willing

To suffer blindly,

When time decides

Life’s meaningful side!