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Here's a line of poetry I wrote in my head tonight. It is part of a poem I never will write, so feel free to take it (it's free!) and use it in one of yours.

... sky purples toward black, chunks of cloud like mottled bruises ...


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Jan. 8th, 2013 04:36 pm (UTC)
Lovely though they are, who could take another's words and use them as their own?
Jan. 8th, 2013 06:39 pm (UTC)
The amateur imitates, the pro steals.
Jan. 8th, 2013 11:53 pm (UTC)
Deja Vu all over again
Requiem for Cat-Boy

On many mornings I awaken well before the rest of the house. It is usually well before the sun rises so I go into my front room and open the curtains to the picture window that faces south. Directly in front is a small mountain and off to east is a range of foothills full and green this time of year. This is a time of morning reverie as I watch the sky lighten in the east and turn into a myriad of grays, browns, purples, and mauves before the first glint of the new day breaks slowly into rays of light.
Until Friday, I shared that experience with only one other creature, my cat, Cat-Boy. Thursday afternoon, it was my last act of love to free him from the infirmities of 16 years on this earth, 15 as a member of our family. Just as he had controlled his entry into our family, Cat-Boy controlled his exit as well. The day we visited the shelter to choose a pet, he walked over, curled up in my son’s lap, and nuzzled and purred. He taught me then that kind and gentle souls of any species find each other.
In true stoic cat fashion, when Cat-Boy was done with this world, he stopped eating and drinking. He told us he was ready by his actions, but in true human fashion we had to do all we could to save him. If love and money were all he needed he would still be here, he simply needed for us to do the right thing.
Throughout his life with us he was a shining example of unconditional love and caring. Cat-Boy always knew when someone needed his presence and love and he gave it oh so willingly. He was a social creature that loved to be in the middle of everything and the center of attention.
The odd thing is while not physically here, we still expect to hear and see him; the reality is a phantom pain, a yearning to once again hold onto the embodiment of an enduring and unconditional love.
My son says he doesn’t care that others don’t believe that animals don’t transcend to another plane of existence, he believes it. Amazing what a kind and gentle soul like Cat-Boy can teach us. 8/11/12
Jan. 8th, 2013 11:56 pm (UTC)
Re: Deja Vu all over again
RIP, Cat-Boy. He was a beauty. And as the old saying goes, "If you remember me, I am never truly gone."
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