I liked Joanne's poem and the final image reminded me of
one of my 'Cat Poems' which I might as well append. I am
posting more poems than I ought to but my poetry will die
with me and I am 60 next year so I take advantage of an
audience while I have it. All my readership is on the Web.
Now back up to UNIX and re-read Joanne's poem.
Sunshine
Fritz Cat loves the sunshine.
He rolls on his back on the concrete path
To communicate his joy to the sun.
He is not just scratching his back.
In the icy days of winter
He sits huddled in the sun's rays
Beside the heater at the top of the stairs.
His mind floats on a sunbeam.
He is not a daft cat.
He just loves the reflection
From the gold of his eyes
To the gold of the sun.
Douglas Clark, Bath, England mailto: [log in to unmask]
Lynx: Poetry from Bath .......... http://www.bath.ac.uk/~exxdgdc/lynx.html
On Sun, 26 Aug 2001, Joanne Denton wrote:
> Invisible In White
>
> A woman, white as a ghost
> sits close to the shore.
> She shivers under her
> blanket of white and
> stares straight ahead
> at the incoming tide.
> A people parade
> of brazen brilliance
> marches on by
> blind to her pale,
> but for a moment in time
> when her hair glows golden
> as the sea melts the sun
>
> Joanne Denton
>
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