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Post by ARENA on Sept 2, 2022 13:48:26 GMT
I shall walk in the sun alone
Whose golden light you loved:
I shall sleep alone
And, stirring, touch an empty place:
I shall write uninterrupted
(Would that your gentle paw
Could stay my moving pen just once again!).
I shall see beauty
But none to match your living grace:
I shall hear music
But not so sweet as the droning song
With which you loved me.
I shall fill my days
But I shall not, cannot forget:
Sleep soft, dear friend,
For while I live you shall not die.
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Post by althea on Sept 3, 2022 10:59:20 GMT
Extremely moving and a wonderful testimony to a furry companion.
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Post by lily on Feb 22, 2024 8:22:12 GMT
To A Siamese Cat written by Michael Joseph for Charles, a Siamese Cat - June, 1930 - December, 1942
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Post by ARENA on Feb 22, 2024 8:48:33 GMT
To A Siamese Cat written by Michael Joseph for Charles, a Siamese Cat - June, 1930 - December, 1942 Someone's plagiarising I googled and got two different authors of the same poem. |
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Post by ARENA on Mar 12, 2024 6:29:00 GMT
One I wrote some time ago on my favourite subject sleep...
Sleep, that gossamer blanket
Beckons me to bed
Wraps my weary body
Stills my busy head
Hoovers out my cluttered mind
Heals my tired frame
Closes down my windows
Time out from the game
Soothes my tortured temple
Comfort soft and deep
Man enjoys no greater gift
Than a good night’s sleep
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