In this life’s space
Ebbing morrows
Be soon too few,
For day’s burn pace
Gives barely time,
To thus reach live
Your share to find,
Afore night is effaced!
morrows
“ Morrows ” ~ ever nearer ~
Should you doubt
Life’s fleeting pace,
I’ll set you right
On lifespan’s face,
The days that burn
With barely time
To see the night,
Or a full term
Of this life’s race,
Save ye borrow
Someone’s turn
Afore the morrow,
Less fate means play
A slice of mirth,
And chose instead
A bed of earth,
Be untimely stead
Tells best not dwell,
On wasteful notions
While ever nearer be,
Those waiting morrows!
“ 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.
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 .
“ Pushing Morrows ” ~ he might’ve tasted ~
In child’s hurry
For tomorrow,
He’s made blind
To the measure
He might’ve tasted
Of day’s treasure…
All those morrows
Now at sea,
A long thin boy
That once was me,
Alas will never see!
Poetry on a canapé 