Kitten's Litter

I am your patient
and inanimate.

^like how you suggest "inmate"

also, on "Secrets," your exclaimation points were dead-on... a little humor before the optionless closing

glad to see one of the forums' most prolific writers is still at work... always a pleasure

 

-secrets- had a rhythm to I really enjoyed... maybe it's cos I'm listenin to music right now but it feels kinda like lyrics. short and too the point, but with style.

 

Thanks hopefaithlove, Major & fulmah for stopping by and reading!


I'll pinpoint your exact location,
the pattern dance,
our astral bodies are pierced and sprawled
on the cosmic stage.

Lie still, play dead,
maybe on clear nights
we can hold hands.

Shifting gaze,
we're redirecting paths,
we're swallowed by the solar waves,
sent tumbling headlong
we'll burn,
burn cold for years.

 

Untitled but I think -Secrets- would fit this one better than the other one..

Shrugged shoulders
but kept on biting
the lower lip
until
the chapped skin burst
and split.

Dug nails into palms
until
the fists became chalk,
crushed and scattered
by an unexpected draft.

Inhaled, first breath of dawn
until
the lungs were filled
with memories
of similar mornings
when fog
would slowly crawl
and hug the earth,
and the newborn sun
would peek
behind the ragged corners,
uncertain
if it is safe
to finally erupt,
extinguish and wipe out
the evidence of all
nocturnal lights…

‘It doesn’t matter,’
she said,
as the words flooded
her eyes.

 

Really diggin' this last poem.

 

'It doesn't matter,'
she said,
as the words flooded
her eyes.

Hey, similarities! March 7th? You beat me to it, I guess...

 

1.

She stretched her mouth
as her head rolled back,
in an instant whiplash,
the jaw snapped backwards
exposing teeth like saw blades.

She yelled,
all in one roaring breath
exhaling
a pent up storm
in the most primitive way.
The strings of her vocal cords
directed waves
in order to translate and
encompass
the earthquake of
every nerve and cell.
The sound reverberated
from the shores
and ear drums.
She stood so long
until, pale as chalk,
and with flat lungs,
she became a foghorn,
one continuous wail,
expelling an overflow
of chemical clutter.

Everyone who knew her,
used to gather round to gawk
in wonder
but
soon,
her voice
blended in
with their conversations
and they stopped listening,
as she stood,
with her mouth ripped open,
completely motionless
and silent.

2.

She drew
frown marks between the brows,
she grew sharp canines
with which she teased
the soft palate
until it turned all raw
and maybe splitting, lizard-like.

It was one of her many nervous habits.

3.

She once lost all documents
and passports,
therefore she stopped existing,
officially.

She still had her purse stuffed
with tall tales
written on dirty napkins.

She was extinct on paper, for awhile,
but she didn't sweat the small stuff,
she still remembered names
and other relevant details,
in fact she tried to laugh it off
until old friends and neighbors
walked right through her.

 

Stars..... wow, those three stanzas just expand for eons.

 

KittenX


Thank God for poets like you! You move my soul to feelings. You have a gift.

You need a band!!

 

Soft white, long life
light bulbs unpacked
are stacked neatly
by the wall.

This morning’s mug,
stuck to the surface,
left overnight
with cold tea,
staining
creamy sides.

My bed sheets
are a washboard now,
but no one knows
who slept here
or stared awake
at the stalactites.

There’s lint
and spider webs
in the far-off corners,
here I forgot
everything on purpose,
all that remained
are washed-out
polaroids of people
I’ve never met,
or those I might as well
consider dead,
at night, it’s hard
to see the difference.

 

i love "move on". wow you are amazingly gifted. thanks for the inspiration. i shall write now =)

 

Last meal consisted of inconsistent,
interrupted dialogues,
downcast eyes
and silver forks
scratching against china.

I picked up
bread crumbs
with my thumbs
and simply watched
as wine drops
slid down the bottle neck
into the milk of
an unspoiled
tablecloth.

Finally,
they ran out of words or breath.

Sat still as a tableau,
caught in an endless pause,
with no outcome,
till sunrise,
until
we resumed to assume
that each one of us
was
the traitor.

 

You will be my shipwreck,
drinking ruby wines
with either baby blossoms
or frustrated owl wives,
drinking till dawn
into their coral eyes
and sponge-like arms,
until you careen and crash
due to poor navigation,
onto a soiled mattress.

Washed up on the shore
by the waves of sunrise,
you will wake up
with a broken hull and mast
and empty pockets.

Then spend the rest of your days,
sailing blind
through the streets like sea knots.

 

Fused ganglia,
tangled hair,
confused tongues.

We speak
with the slight movements
of our eyes.

Add me to the equation,
keep me in mind,
when we combine,
closer seems
not close enough.

And when we’re apart
we’re left to absorb
our confines,
pick up remains of
reminders
all over the house,
so jarring and cold now.

 

ƒ

 

ƒ

 

KittenX,

There is a craft to poetry and it is very much on display here for all to see.
You are a truly gifted and talented poet. I haven't read even a fraction of what you've posted but I will read it all. I need to read it all.
I feel....I feel....
I feel like I should write more, read more, study more. I want to learn to write.

Thanks for the inspiration,
Peace,
Aidan.

 

I am working my way through what seems like your life's work. Your variety of subject matter, rhyme and meter ensure that i will never get bored reading your work. You are amazing.

I really love this stanza in 'Move On'.

Peace,
Aidan

 

Thanks for taking the time to read my stuff, I really, really appreciate it. I realize that there are probably way too many pieces here / other people's comments and I actually feel kind of bad about it, I'm sorry. Maybe it's getting a bit cluttered and better pieces are getting lost and mixed in with my older, less developed poetry (first couple of pages I think) but I've become kind of attached to this thread and yeah it feels a bit like my life, or at least the last 3-4 years of my life are right here on display for all to see.

 

Such a blessing you have been in my life, thank you