Creative-Poems

		Author Name: palemoonlite
		Date Added: November 23, 2009 16:11:36	5 Comments
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He looks right through me.

Inquisitive eyes register

uncomfortable acknowledgements.

He sees many things.

Does he see everything?

I begin to feel slightly invaded.

What must I look like on the inside?

The dank, dark places I covet?

Are these black spots exposed?

Do I frighten him?

Does he see what eats me?

This crazy hell of confusion

thumps against what is good.

I can barely breathe so

I take another drink.

He looks away surprised,

yet somehow dismissive.

There is something better

to watch at the door.

The inquisition

appears to be over.

I attempt to chuckle to myself

but it does not feel real.

Author's Notes:

My cat... and too much rum...

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	Comment By: viv brady on June 17, 2010 09:59:37 AM	Report
	oh this is very nice ... wonderful observation and self awareness. and of course til we read your author's note we all thought it was an encounter with a man in a bar lol : ) beautifully written Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: The Bag Lady on November 24, 2009 11:02:09 AM	Report
	Hi, Kelli~!!....I loved the silence within this write....the fixed gaze of the cat, perusing your thoughts, watching your aura...smile....Then the wonderment as the rum invades....Very nicely written.. Margaret....the Baglady Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Andrew on November 24, 2009 10:22:42 AM	Report
	i hope you are planning to write more often - this one's a lot of fun - at first, i wonder "who is this person staring her down?" but you unfold things in a delightful manner. i think my dogs used to do the same thing to me - "what the hell are you doing?" was their most common question, i believe. and what kind of rum? white? amber? or something bold like Meyers? as you see in my profile, Tashtego enjoys his rum Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: Angelface on November 23, 2009 07:41:04 PM	Report
	This was a beautiful poem dedication about your cat! I believe they are one of the smartest animals around! I love cats.. but I'm so allergic to them.. When I was younger I wasn't though! But guess as we get older out body changes more just as appearences.. Awesome write! Angelface Respond To This Comment

	Comment By: e. Gene Myers on November 23, 2009 07:15:30 PM	Report
	So, did the cat let you join her? Cats are ........ huh? There are no words to group them all together with. Pain in the butt comes to mind though. Kidding with you. We have one that I'd have a hard time letting go of. Her name ... Puppy. There were two of them ... Slush and Puppy. Slush didn't make it. Respond To This Comment