Aww she sounds like she has everything under control. Nice;))

I love this tribute to the Calico Queen–her confidence, elegance, and sly playfulness leap off the page! She reminds me so much of my tuxedo cat with her gorgeous green eyes — my cat is such a girly girl tho, she leaves the hunting to her big brother, she doesn’t want to get dirty lol. But she rules the house with just as much grace and charm.

I have a male orange tabby who has the mentality of a dog. I’ve had cats all my life, at times, multiples. I love adopting when I can, even the older ones that have a tendency to be overlooked. I don’t believe a house is a home without one – a dog or a cat, or whatever you choose. They all need love, and it seems to me your calico queen has taken over the residence, quite nicely!

Thanks for the nice comment, Kelly. 🙂

Beautifully penned, Tim. Cats are spectacular companions. Mine passed away a few summers back, a year apart. They lived to the age of 20 & 21 respectively. They seen me at my worst and my best. Appreciate you.

Damian

Rob, your poem drifts like a half-remembered dream, tender and yearning. Each day carries longing, memory, and desire. The way you reach for someone across nights and cities is heartbreakingly beautiful. Even sleeplessness feels like a lover in your words.

Beautifully done

I love this!
Everything single line

This is spot on. Your passion about art is as vivid as one could reveal. Your a true artist Paulo.

If Art was a dude, we’d be kicking his ass for taking up so much of our time!
yet, it’s a drug, and we are addicted.
You summed it up brilliantly. Well writ.

Art hurts, art is a nail in a guilty as hell criminal’s hand.

Eternally caught red-handed.

Powerfully penned, PAR. Excellent write my friend, you always bring the thunder. Appreciate you.

Damian

My father had dementia. I have written notes but no answering machine voice which would be really great. You’re lucky. You have some unique writing here. Glad I read this. Good one.

I wasn’t expecting the pictures this painted with words. It was so vivid that I could feel those memories even though they weren’t my own.

That’s a really moving and powerful piece. The way you capture your father’s voice and the layers of memory, from the “palimpsest of tobacco teak” to the echo of his working life, is just beautiful. It really makes you feel the weight of what’s been lost and the preciousness of that preserved memory.

Profound ink Ghosteen.

Bat

Well done! An apt poem for this liminal season. 🌼

It takes a rare skill set to verse a formal poem. Colour me impressed.

Hi Rob,
Thank you! After trying my hand at this, I’ve realized that writing formal poetry is a lot harder than it looks, haha. I’m really glad my attempt still read well — that means a great deal to me. I’ve always admired the discipline and musicality of formal verse, so your words truly resonate. It’s very much appreciated.

This is one magnificent piece Romaj. Beautiful, atmospheric, transcending, mesmerizing. You’re a very talented poetess.

Outstanding piece. The rhyme scheme is right on, and the meter flows really well. Lastly, the story told plays out like a lilting song. You are surely gifted at writing.
keep doing what you do, you’re quite good at it.

It’s always a treasure reading your poems. The rhyming is fantastic and the story too.
I loved the stanza about the quiet song!
You made this look easy. Great piece chica!

Thank you so much! I’m really glad you enjoyed it– and especially that the stanza about the quiet song stood out to you. I had so many different versions of that one, so I’m thrilled it still came through the way I hoped. It definitely wasn’t as easy as it looks, haha, but your kind words make it feel worth the effort!

Brilliantly penned, Roma. Excellent flow my friend with your precise trademark imagery on display. I dig this! Appreciate you.

Damian

Thank you so much, Damian! I really appreciate your kind words. I’m glad the imagery and flow resonated with you–it means a lot coming from you. Always grateful for your support!

I read this twice to bask in the wonder and transcendence of your poem. The imagery tied together into a dream of exquisitely woven artfully crafted tapestry of high poetic art. I could feel this deep in the marrow of my being. From start to finish this is an impressionist beauty as eloquent as it is profound. The ending felt like a release of your unbounded spirit. A celestial dance of unfettered freedom. Superbly composed.

John

Thank you so much, John. Your words are truly humbling. I’m thrilled the imagery and rhythm resonated so deeply. It means a great deal that you could feel the “tapestry” of the poem in that way. Your description of the ending as a celestial dance beautifully captures what I hoped to convey. I really appreciate your generous and insightful reading