A Sunny Winter Afternoon

The cat lays in the winter sun, and so do I.
The woman's gone. That seems a shame,
But sorrow is an element of consciousness,
And, like the cat's, mine ebbs away. She
Blinks. I blink, as both of us drift slowly
Off to sleep.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-01-26 at 00:11

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Bibek
Nicely done! Like the analogy of the cat and the speaker.
2019-01-27


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Quiet melancholy can be a gentle state. Nicely written, Larry.
2019-01-26


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Nice. There would be a few serious drinkers who would say "sorrow is an element of consciousness" as well.
2019-01-26