You meditate in a black cloak speckled soft with sun
your calm demeanor
comforts my eyes
your absorbent mind
flashes
emerald acquiescence
and gold
then you fly
through the dew
(mocking my sloth)
on little feet that make
no sound
I cannot deny,
you are here
and I believe in magic
I believe in magic too.
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we are one x
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‘and I believe in magic’, terriffic line to conclude the piece on! Flows beautiuflly!
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Thankyou, occasionally i look at the wy the cat is looking at me and it becomes CLEAR that magic exists xx
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I loved the poem, thank you
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You are better every day. Love this. It speaks to me so much. Thank you for that. š
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really enjoyed this. I love black cats. š
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I had four at one time all black all completely different, over time they all went their different ways…and now we have just the one š
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Excellent poem. Nicely done š
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thanks!
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I ike this brush and ink of your cat.
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it was such a simple moment…that happened without any thought….she must have wanted a portrait!
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Magical. š
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thankyou xxx
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mock your sloth not…This poem sped to my soul
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haha a speedy piece it was too!
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I love this post, both poem and illustration. It makes me miss my cat! RIP
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love to your cat spirit! hey, is he allowed on the table?
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Cats really do seem so wise, as they quietly study the world. They also seem to mock we humans. I no longer have a cat, but do have a wonderful dog who deserves a poem in his honor some day. He’s sitting by my feet as I type this. i love how the poem begins with a still and solid portrait and then in a flash the movement starts and transforms into abstract art in which the reader sees the magic.
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The cat got my attention yesterday, but there is a yellow dog around here somewhere that as you say deserves her own poetry…in fact she tends to write it allover your whites in her boundless enthusiasm!
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Lovely, My little black cat, she was magic too.
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quite amazing little creatures!
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Great pic and really lovely poem. I especially like the opening . K
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thanks, it only occurred to me yesterday that the cat was in an almost constant state of meditation…fascinating!
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Is it magic? Or merely a hat trick? In either case I enjoyed this greatly.
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is it a cat-trick even? š
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Lovely poem, great image (love cats too, next to dogs)!
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oh they are all so marvellous! with their fur and feet and minds and strange love!
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Hi…loved this.. we have always looked after cats…bless you thanks for sharing! š Peace D
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glad you liked! the cats may well have been looking after you… they are certainly therapeutic in their way!
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I like this
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thankyou x
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you never fails to open the portal of emotions… thank you!
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thankyou for your wonderful compliment!
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I have 5 cats, all of whom are shrouded in mystery and intrigue. Even the chubby, extremely good natured one who can’t even clean his own butt. š
This is gorgeous, and captures the soul of a cat perfectly. Wild. A little high and mighty. Oh so wise. Pure, ancient magic.
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wonderful! i had a cat once that had difficulty in the hygiene area… for that and other reasons my kids started calling her Sir bulbous arselot!
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I love the logic and the compression of the ending: “I cannot deny, / you are here / and I believe in magic.” So lovely. And your painting! Sweeping, gorgeous lines.
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that cat simply WANTED to be drawn! she is such a poser..thankyou for reading Jennifer, love Arna
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So so so lovely I love everything about this! How wonderful!
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thankyou, i love that you love, it thrills me!
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I believe in magic too. It is the same in oxygyn, in prayer, a crowded bus, an antelope running, and in all of our hopes for one another. It is that in each heart that has been made into a bridge.
Thank-you.
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YES! exactly, the essence of magic… to be harvested where one stands!
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yep but rhyming well is quite unusual as I think you’re saying… the end line in that poem seems to have another message as I read it again…not sure what it is yet though š
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