by Kitty Boots
Our lives governed by forces in the solar system. Inspired by watching my kittens, Edgar and Nora grow.
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"marooned, unintentionally by the heart"
Ah, the kittens. Edgar and Nora--I can feel their spirits.
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Lovely.
I love the "star baby" idea. *
Thank you, Matt, Jerry and Gary.
Thank you, Tim. I had "star baby" in my fold for awhile. Sometimes ya just gotta save it! :)
Love the rhythm here. *
Lovely poem.
Thank you, Bill. Always appreciate your feedback.
Thank you, Erika.
Beautifully written Kitty. *
I love the last line . . . but not without what comes before it. *
Thank you, Javed.
Thank you, Beate.
"now a time of eclipses, no control over the tides the equinox approaches the harvest has begun"
So beautiful and tender.
Thank you so much, Darryl! :)
Thank you, Charlotte.
"a reckless adolescent dead reckoning, no thought to the wind or the currents marooned, unintentionally by the heart"
Wonderful piece.
"marooned, unintentionally by the heart"
Ah, the kittens. Edgar and Nora--I can feel their spirits.
*
Lovely.
I love the "star baby" idea. *
Thank you, Matt, Jerry and Gary.
Thank you, Tim. I had "star baby" in my fold for awhile. Sometimes ya just gotta save it! :)
Love the rhythm here.
*
Lovely poem.
Thank you, Bill. Always appreciate your feedback.
Thank you, Erika.
Beautifully written Kitty. *
I love the last line . . . but not without what comes before it. *
Thank you, Javed.
Thank you, Beate.
"now a time of eclipses, no control over the tides
the equinox approaches
the harvest has begun"
So beautiful and tender.
Thank you so much, Darryl! :)
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Thank you, Charlotte.
"a reckless adolescent
dead reckoning, no thought to the wind or the currents
marooned, unintentionally by the heart"
Wonderful piece.