A poem is perishable and,
like it,
so much of life is spent
in intervals -
the jarring second
regaining consciousness,
a post-mortem flick
of the lank equestrian eyelid
that signals morning's first crepuscular move.
... a little salad consciousness
about the tumescent room
with the sentient purr of a cat;
her musky oils
a green verdure
lapping primordial scent
to engross a little readiness
as the day progresses
to its Oedipal stage
and arrested development.
Primavera
Paul Cameron Brown
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Poem topics: cat, green, life, room, morning, development, verdure, stage, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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