Toby
I. Adopting and Adapting
I brought the handsome animal home,
sparing him the shelter's syringe;
watched the old cat acclimate
to a place that wasn't a cage,
his worry-glossed eyes wide, peeking
meekly from the open carrier,
the massive frame of him trembling,
his nervous nose twitching,
sniffing the well-worn gray carpet
while creeping forward into the light -
curiously, cautiously touring my apartment -
exploring the rooms of new life.
Last edited by Xillus_Xavier; 01-14-2009 at 10:11 PM.
You caught the atmosphere of this one really nicely, X, very impressive use of deep-image language with mix of misty portent...this coming with a happy ending.
Last edited by jon1jt; 01-10-2009 at 10:17 PM.
"He was nauseous with regret when he saw her face again, and when, as of yore, he pleaded and begged at her knees for the joy of her being. She understood Neal; she stroked his hair; she knew he was mad."
---Jack Kerouac, On The Road: The Original Scroll
Great stuff Xillus.
'his worry-glossed eyes wide' was a line that really came at me, as did 'peeking/meekly'.Through the visual imagery of the poem I feel like I'm there.
Thanks for the replies.
I have slightly revised the poem so
all critique/comments are welcome.
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