deepundergroundpoetry.com

Sweetness of  Sweet Kitty

The iron melds were broken,      
as I brushed sweet kitty in a      
dying wish of franklinite      
as a melting puddle of geosmina      
saddened, he saw me with the        
moon of blackness; sweet kitty,        
he loved me through lighted castles        
in winding fables of footfalls        
in a faded staircase of echoes;      
a heart aching for knowledge,        
as it were, and in his words, dark      
and isolated -  suddenly a Chinook;        
a shucking that shucked sweet kitty        
as he became delighted in flakes of  
snow ether and contented in markings,        
he awakened and gained his running        
with live things, rested and bursting        
with the scent of earth’s particles,        
the dull incandescent, mechanical      
for the first time in the bedazzled      
tiny whites of a new Scutum, woven    
in Trillium lilies of kindness;        
the folks here are strict – but fair to        
forget kitty that you ever saw me, I say,        
three times and twice again,        
leave me that bag of chin’toc seals,        
and I'll resolve you may solve my blitheness.    
Written by Pishashee
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 3 reading list entries 0
comments 14 reads 99
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
POETRY
17th August 1:57pm by admin
COMPETITIONS
6th June 9:17am by admin
COMPETITIONS
4th June 3:24pm by admin
SPEAKEASY
16th May 1:07pm by admin
POETRY
11th May 11:35am by katalon_test_user
POETRY
9th May 1:15pm by admin