Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Wednesday, November 8, 2017

The Nun Who Escaped In A Fish Barrel

The vessel is weaker
than it used to be--
the page thinner,
the lover gone.

The light is lower
than in summer--
but the angle sweeter
for its brevity.

Cats care nothing
for pointless industry--
and yet they
meet every gaze.

In stillness, in silence,
in age this fire--
consumes me and shames
youth, that boastful pretender.
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6 comments:

  1. First, your titles alone are worth taking the time to savor.........I like "the light is lower.....but the angle sweeter......." and the cats meeting every gaze.

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  2. In just 16 lines, Shay, you created a ball of wistfulness and poignancy and I'm-not-sure-what-else.

    Wow.

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  3. This is beautifully eloquent, Shay! Especially like; "In stillness, in silence, in age this fire-- consumes me and shames youth, that boastful pretender."

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  4. This beautiful Shay--sparse and elegant, austere almost, yet so full...thanks for easing my heart with your words.

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  5. Those first 4 lines sum it all up, so very well. What comes next, friend, once all has been consumed?

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