Those were the cat days,
when we crept silently to bed,
it was folly to expect
an apology,
and now we’re both tired
of this love story respawned –
9 lives spent in
captivity to who was right
and counting wrongs –
and our pain crept SOCLOSE
to the edge,
and then I fell –
It’s so hard
to land on my feet.
Can you see I’m dangling?
Catch
me
now.
Today at d’Verse, Lisa asked us to write a poem with the prompt folly.
Tricia Sankey 
What a cute kitty! Love your poem… they are independent souls!
Thanks 😊
So much regret and pain but that quiet plea for rescue from final loss of love got to me. I love that folly/vulnerability imagery depicted by cats.
Thanks, Dora! 🍷
Wow… This is really powerful. There’s vulnerability and poignancy in this piece and it has such vivid imagery. I especially loved these lines:
“It’s so hard
to land on my feet.
Can you see I’m dangling?”
Very innovative to describe these feelings using cats as the subject. Excellent work here, as always.
Thanks so much, Lucy! 😊
Respawned is an interesting word. Comparing a cat’s life to our own, we may have more than 9 lives, but be dissatisfied with them all. What came easily once, is now difficult, with that uneasy sense that we’ve been in captivity all our lives, having to work to pay bills, whilst our pampered pets just give us love and get food and shelter — because we love them. But who loves us? ‘Life is hard and then you die’. I don’t know who said that, perhaps it’s just me. Your brevity here contains much meaning and feeling — well done. Apologies for the long appraisal…
Thanks for your thoughts 💗 I’m glad you found it meaningful. 🍷
That sounds like a desperate plea. Hanging in the void is the last stop before the end.
Yes, thanks Jane! 🍷
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A great extended metaphor: the strained relationship as a cat! I love the photo as well – very cute!
Thanks so much, Ingrid! 🍷
We are the cats, eh? Some of us are more alley cat than lap-sitter, I suppose, but –either way — your work here is outstanding.
Thanks, Ron! True, some of us are more domesticated, haha!
Great analogy, Tricia!
Thanks so much, Lynn!
Vulnerability and power all rolled up in a cute furry parcel. Lovely poem!
Thanks for reading, glad you enjoyed it! 🙂
Love cannot thrive in captivity… and even with nine lives you will soon run out of them.
Reminds of that Sting song..
Yes, captivity in relationships is interesting to explore. We want the security but it can become an anchor and then we feel trapped as well. Thanks for reading 🍷
PS. Just listened to the song on my laptop, thanks for sharing it, Sting is great!
made me catch my breath … so vulnerable and so powerful an image!
Does sound like it’s a situation you know well, take care
Thanks! ♥️
well done!
I like how you built your feelings on the framework of the cat. I’m remembering those posters from a few years ago of the kitten hanging on. I hope there’s a soft warm cushion to land on for you.
I’m good here 😊 I think after 21 years of marriage I’ve felt the gamut of emotions and it all just flies out in my writing. Thanks, Lisa!
YAY! 🙂
😄 I will share something upbeat again soon, haha!
Very nice
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