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Posted by Charlie Morgan on 12/25/09 at 01:57 PM ...our forefathers made it so. they were warriors so their sons could be farmers so their sons could be poets...this is a great write and i love that i [had] to read it three times to get the pic...poets like cats...i love the way you start and equally i like the transistion of just HOW poets aren't like cats... |
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/25/09 at 06:11 PM In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods, they have never forgotten this. I think it rather fine, this necessity for the tense bracing of the will before any poem worth writing can be done. I rather like it myself. I feel it is to be the chief thing that differentiates me from the cat by the fire. Any similie is is direct proportion to the contrast! Excellent poem! Thanks. |
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/26/09 at 11:32 PM Coming back for a second round with this, I see clearly now the silhouette I'm guessing you meant to create here;). Well done. I love the lines "stop time to be". The poet here (you) delights me with many marvelous alliterations, imagery - "glowing yeasty hot magma
of imagination", contrasting heroes and whores. I love "lava's love" and now I'm beginning to think the silhouette is a fish, not a cat, oh, my! |
Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 12/27/09 at 12:00 AM I love every morsel of this!
(Okay, listen Kristina, the silhouette changes: right now it could be the "bikes swift from growling dogs" part...a shredded paper ear from a nip...) |
Posted by A. Paige White on 12/27/09 at 03:56 PM You know you teased me with the title like a kitten enticed by a itty bitty fishin for kittens fishing pole. My legs have been savaged from a Christmas kitten's play so this title grew my grin as I massaged three scratches. I love the shape of it as well as how you capture us in the comparison and better yet by how the comparison fails. Thank you for this gem, Glenn! |
Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 12/27/09 at 06:17 PM like cats, we may APPEAR to rest in the sun, even as OUR IMAGINATIONS ride the mind fantastic |
Posted by Amie Golda on 12/28/09 at 09:24 AM I appreciate the effort taken into writing this form. I also like that the tone goes from slow to fast then slow again, just like a cat on a lazy day 'til its eye is caught by its preay and evenutally the chase leads to it catching its prey. Your poem does much the same with a simple single thought. Though I'm not to keen on poems about poetry or poets. But this is a good write. |
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/29/09 at 02:45 PM The comparison and contrast remarkable! Definitely more differences than similarities by a mile--this comparison of cats and poets! But there is an independence of mind that surely belongs to each! Lots to digest here! Your definition of a poet both complex and inclusive. |
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/05/10 at 12:40 PM I have always likened poets to owls and giraffes.
however,
I love this dance of poet and cat.
The quality of their seeming independence
unlike the dog who is bound for the leash,
the cat is bound for glory. Yes. I love this dance of poet and cat and their ability to
interchange into each others skins and characteristics without the slightest difficulty.
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