When an awesome moon rules
in a sky of the darkest hues,
the tom cat, restless, broods
on the top of the tiled roof.
The cat prowls quiet, restrained,
his majestic gait noticed by none save the moon.
The howling voice contained within,
his lonesomeness transcends the night's gloom.
In a white splendor the cat
perhaps remembers the lost horizon
when the moon, the silence and the cat
were all of a family in a continent where pristine instinct bloomed
in the moonlight field of water lilies, untainted and white.
in a sky of the darkest hues,
the tom cat, restless, broods
on the top of the tiled roof.
The cat prowls quiet, restrained,
his majestic gait noticed by none save the moon.
The howling voice contained within,
his lonesomeness transcends the night's gloom.
In a white splendor the cat
perhaps remembers the lost horizon
when the moon, the silence and the cat
were all of a family in a continent where pristine instinct bloomed
in the moonlight field of water lilies, untainted and white.
Image: shared by Milan Lakic
I have delighted your poems.
ReplyDeleteIt is filled with a deep sense
And I feel it.
The perception of loneliness is very sharp and responsive.
Thank you for the assistance offered.
Sincerely and smile, Tamar
Thanks dear ventspils, you are most welcome to leave your comments and feelings. I shall always respond.
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