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Lesson in Perspective
The cat creates world
with a paw's touch, with a stroke of whiskers,
intricate parallels like a lesson in perspective
where no lines meet.
The colours are those a cat can see,
the many greys and sepias of shade,
the sun's glossolalia on blades of grass
quivering in the slightest breeze.
After warbler and nuthatch,
after thrush, chickadee, and finch,
the cat makes mouse, bumblebee, and spider,
then the dragonfly that beats
on the rilled roof of his mouth,
a word with wings.
The cat makes words with fangs, too,
with hooves, fins, and tusks.
At dusk he says a word that moves
so lightly across the mind
it must be a small, nectar-sipping moth,
feet of such delicate design
it walks on petals and leaves no bruise.
~ Lorna Crozier
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I imagine sometimes
me and her are standing on our heads
(after drinking pink champagne
on a Left Bank pavement)
to mock the opulence
of Versailles
or
upside down on the Bridge of Sighs
hanging over the parapet
by our feet
(she might say)
“I have the perfect
perspective from here!
Hold me by the ankles
my brother,
swing me a little back and forth
cling to the edge by your toes
while I click click
snap snap whirr:
the world is a string
of paper dolls
through these ogees
pierced in the masonry
you should see, you shall see
the view
that I can see.
~ S. DeBracey
Mostly writing prose lately:
http://sparsemoments.blogspot.com/
Lesson in Perspective
The cat creates world
with a paw's touch, with a stroke of whiskers,
intricate parallels like a lesson in perspective
where no lines meet.
The colours are those a cat can see,
the many greys and sepias of shade,
the sun's glossolalia on blades of grass
quivering in the slightest breeze.
After warbler and nuthatch,
after thrush, chickadee, and finch,
the cat makes mouse, bumblebee, and spider,
then the dragonfly that beats
on the rilled roof of his mouth,
a word with wings.
The cat makes words with fangs, too,
with hooves, fins, and tusks.
At dusk he says a word that moves
so lightly across the mind
it must be a small, nectar-sipping moth,
feet of such delicate design
it walks on petals and leaves no bruise.
~ Lorna Crozier
Camera
I imagine sometimes
me and her are standing on our heads
(after drinking pink champagne
on a Left Bank pavement)
to mock the opulence
of Versailles
or
upside down on the Bridge of Sighs
hanging over the parapet
by our feet
(she might say)
“I have the perfect
perspective from here!
Hold me by the ankles
my brother,
swing me a little back and forth
cling to the edge by your toes
while I click click
snap snap whirr:
the world is a string
of paper dolls
through these ogees
pierced in the masonry
you should see, you shall see
the view
that I can see.
~ S. DeBracey
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Suzanne Dia on November 13Hey you
how many words you up to?
I wish I had known sooner, I would have tried..
instead I am a cheerleader to you brave souls..
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NurseChilly on October 20I miss our coffee and tea breaks and life sharing, things are not the same... so i miss you
and i miss smiles too
and warmth
and the chills that winter months bring make me think of laughter of friends
hope you're well and happy my dear friend
& 
and lovely miss tilly says hello too
she's so cute and a wonderful part of the family now
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apples fell on July 28
Hello dear.
Hope you are well.
We'll catch up at some point
and do the talking thing.
Enjoy summer. It is quite hot
here in MA.
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onerios13 on July 5Funny. Could've swore I had you on the faves.
No matter. You're back where you belong.
