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by Cat Sith
Sun Nov 10, 2013 5:10 pm
Forum: General Discussion
Topic: Toil and succour
Replies: 345
Views: 119235

Re: Toil and succour

I know that pain is bluish,
mottled up with green,
some yellow burnished
edges, and purples
in between. I know it likes
to hide beneath
the innocence of things:
a pretty scarf or hat brim,
a long-sleeved cardigan.

Q: Where do you hide things?
by Cat Sith
Wed Nov 06, 2013 12:25 pm
Forum: General Discussion
Topic: Titles: Game Prompt
Replies: 29
Views: 22239

Re: Titles: Game Prompt

Before the Fall

I was much vainer
without the scars--
slashed chin, dented
nose. You'd think
it would be the opposite,
but carrying my ugliness
around on the outside,
there's nothing
to live up to.



Title: The Getaway
by Cat Sith
Tue Nov 05, 2013 6:22 pm
Forum: General Discussion
Topic: Toil and succour
Replies: 345
Views: 119235

Re: Toil and succour

I am a butterfly
Banging against the sides
Of my cardboard prison
If I make enough noise
Maybe someone
Will release me

Q: What are you famous for?
by Cat Sith
Mon Nov 04, 2013 5:30 pm
Forum: General Discussion
Topic: Toil and succour
Replies: 345
Views: 119235

Re: Toil and succour

Peppered The words I ate burned my tongue so badly that I had to seek medical attention. It was an awkward conversation with my dentist, explaining I had eaten words like habanero and capsaicin right off the Scoville chart I'd found in a Latin Cooking magazine and as if that wasn't bad enough, I'd c...
by Cat Sith
Sat Nov 02, 2013 11:32 pm
Forum: General Discussion
Topic: Toil and succour
Replies: 345
Views: 119235

Re: Toil and succour

All is such a tiny word
A little weird
A tad absurd
For stuff as big
As everything
impossible to bring

Q: How many pins can you fit on the head of an angel?
by Cat Sith
Sat Nov 02, 2013 1:51 pm
Forum: General Discussion
Topic: Toil and succour
Replies: 345
Views: 119235

Re: Toil and succour

Please don't blame the question. It really was not his fault. He was tring to be a gymnast, But could not do a somersault. He'd like to get your notice. Perhaps if he could sing? Or maybe paint you a picture? Or offer you a ring? I think that you will like him If you just give him a chance. There's ...
by Cat Sith
Fri Nov 01, 2013 2:29 pm
Forum: General Discussion
Topic: Toil and succour
Replies: 345
Views: 119235

Re: Toil and succour

There is no finish line to cross.
No first. No last. No win. No loss.
There's only here. And now and then.
Forget about the when.

Q: What is the trouble with tribbles?
by Cat Sith
Thu Oct 31, 2013 1:06 pm
Forum: Chitter Chatter
Topic: Quote of the Day
Replies: 6
Views: 4375

Re: Quote of the Day

I need to go back and reread the frist one --I think I missed the concept completely. What does it mean, exaclty, "work on language'. If I recall from the article at all, it would be that the poetry is in how the words are manipulated, rather than the message or topic of the poem. Close?
by Cat Sith
Tue Oct 29, 2013 11:52 am
Forum: General Discussion
Topic: Therapy Poetry
Replies: 37
Views: 21648

Re: Therapy Poetry

Red rocks remind me of Arizona, of dust and canyons, of places I have never been. Australia. Mars. The angry god peers at me from his stone throne. I am a pebble. Gray. Mute. I skip along the surface creating ripples, rings. Too many things die of neglect. A friendly dragonfly greets me, and I wonde...
by Cat Sith
Sun Oct 27, 2013 1:41 pm
Forum: Chitter Chatter
Topic: Quote of the Day
Replies: 6
Views: 4375

Re: Quote of the Day

So, have you read her? What do you think of her poetry. I read (most of) the article, but I've never read her poetry.
by Cat Sith
Sun Oct 27, 2013 12:04 pm
Forum: General Discussion
Topic: Toil and succour
Replies: 345
Views: 119235

Re: Toil and succour

Pot of Gold I buy these lotto tickets nearly every goddamn day. Quick Picks! Scratchers! Win For Life! I just need one to pay. So please give me the numbers. You know the ones I need. I only want some money. I swear it's not for greed. I wish I had a dollar for every wish I make. Or better yet, give...
by Cat Sith
Sun Oct 13, 2013 10:17 am
Forum: General Discussion
Topic: Welcome Back Joan
Replies: 1
Views: 3029

Welcome Back Joan

Joan!!! I am thrilled to see your note on the poems for critique board and that you are back. Most importantly happy to see the surgery was a success after all you've been through. What a relief. And now that you have returned, I can thank you for sending your book along to me. It is so amazing to s...
by Cat Sith
Sat Oct 12, 2013 2:54 pm
Forum: General Discussion
Topic: Titles: Game Prompt
Replies: 29
Views: 22239

Re: Titles: Game Prompt

Masterpieces of a Heart

The gallery opened Friday,
midnight. It seemed fitting
since that's when my heart
beats the strongest.

Each display depicted
my verity, in varying states
of disarray. It was a bit
embarrassing.

I felt exposed. The wild
thing beating. Afraid.


Title: A Stone's Throw
by Cat Sith
Sat Oct 12, 2013 2:28 pm
Forum: General Discussion
Topic: Therapy Poetry
Replies: 37
Views: 21648

Re: Therapy Poetry

My mind is ticking and tocking, rolling and rocking, mincing and mocking me. My brain is a lovely garden. I promise. Promise me you'll visit, water some roses, prick yourself on a thorn or three. There's a bench on the left, a standing mirror on the right. Pirouette. Pirouette. Petals are scattered ...
by Cat Sith
Mon Sep 16, 2013 11:43 am
Forum: General Discussion
Topic: Therapy Poetry
Replies: 37
Views: 21648

Re: Therapy Poetry

And so I park at the corner where hate meets hate. And I wait. Tap. Tap. Tap. Nothing comes. Nothing goes. Tap. Tap. Tap. They are late. The Volkswagon love bus rolls slow, rolls down a window. Winks and blinks beams, high then low. I think it's on patrol. I scroll through my iPhone, look for love, ...

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