I am a big cat
my skin ripples with purr
I prance peyote fields
and flying goldfish
grace my keen eye
bursting fireworks am I
swung in a circle of sun
pushing solar plexus
like earth
padding
kneading
flexing
contained and not contained
sweeping
in
up
out
big cat curled in a green flecked iris
a clever coat of dancing tips
lazy with wealth
plush with dreams
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thankyou kind sir xx
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Oh…this drawing and verse are a delight!
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thankyou! I wanted to feel the feeling of a purr
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Poet – I think you ARE a dream. A wondrous Trent Lewin dream. There is no other explanation.
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i am, we are dreaming
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I know it.
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this is a very ownable piece – nice!
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very very glad you liked it xxx
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You’ve found a good style and voice
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life is a song to be sung
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Swung in a circle of sun. Love that line.
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thankyou xx
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Your poetry is amazing. Worthwhile words took the reader to places of whisper and tale.
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where the wind brushes sand from our ears leaving us clear to receive x thank you for your receptivity
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You are welcome.
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