As I sat on the old lady’s lap
watching her knit a tangerine shawl
I thought I should probably tell her
that I'll be dead by tomorrow morning.
But I start stu..tu..tu...tutering
every time I try to tell her
that I've li..li..li...lived up all my 9 lives.
Death baffles me
even though we’re no strangers.
She’d be so disappointed...
she knits and knits
and I stretch longer and longer
so serene,
light,
cozy,
at ease
and I stop stuttering
thinking about how I'll die the next morning
it satisfies me...
I purr and she knits
I watch her making loops with yarn
softly
playfully around her finger
and we’re both at peace.
I never thought leaving could feel so right.
a bag of marbles shine in the yellow warm light of the fire.
one of them catches my eye.
It’s green...
reminds me of some life I lived,
6 lives ago.
A thought crosses my mind:
jumping around frantically
trying to catch the shiny, glassy, green eye on the floor...
but I won’t
I’m too dead to care.
Tumbling down on the tangerine shawl
tangled...
I wrap it around myself
she stops knitting
letting her crooked fingers rest on her knees
we both rest
shiny eyes on the floor
fuzzy warm bed
and someone who cares...
I purr with content
heavy
old
bundled up
ready...
then,
all gets da..da..da...dark...
hushed
and hazy
and I wake up
feeling old
looking young
with fake glassy shiny green eyes.
I look for the old crooked fingers
that never stop
and find her,
resting her oldness
in the stench of a dead cat
wrapped in a tangerine shawl...
we both stumble down into a heaven,
where I sc..c...cratch my eyes out
and some old lady weaves them
into a tale of tangerine dreams...
March 04, 2011
watching her knit a tangerine shawl
I thought I should probably tell her
that I'll be dead by tomorrow morning.
But I start stu..tu..tu...tutering
every time I try to tell her
that I've li..li..li...lived up all my 9 lives.
Death baffles me
even though we’re no strangers.
She’d be so disappointed...
she knits and knits
and I stretch longer and longer
so serene,
light,
cozy,
at ease
and I stop stuttering
thinking about how I'll die the next morning
it satisfies me...
I purr and she knits
I watch her making loops with yarn
softly
playfully around her finger
and we’re both at peace.
I never thought leaving could feel so right.
a bag of marbles shine in the yellow warm light of the fire.
one of them catches my eye.
It’s green...
reminds me of some life I lived,
6 lives ago.
A thought crosses my mind:
jumping around frantically
trying to catch the shiny, glassy, green eye on the floor...
but I won’t
I’m too dead to care.
Tumbling down on the tangerine shawl
tangled...
I wrap it around myself
she stops knitting
letting her crooked fingers rest on her knees
we both rest
shiny eyes on the floor
fuzzy warm bed
and someone who cares...
I purr with content
heavy
old
bundled up
ready...
then,
all gets da..da..da...dark...
hushed
and hazy
and I wake up
feeling old
looking young
with fake glassy shiny green eyes.
I look for the old crooked fingers
that never stop
and find her,
resting her oldness
in the stench of a dead cat
wrapped in a tangerine shawl...
we both stumble down into a heaven,
where I sc..c...cratch my eyes out
and some old lady weaves them
into a tale of tangerine dreams...
March 04, 2011
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ReplyDeletesnowleapord wrote on Mar 4, '11
I just love your work, Negin. You know where my heart strings are.
cosmicfuguestate wrote on Mar 4, '11
Most awesome! I love it!!!
emeraldmoon wrote on Mar 5, '11
thank you thank you! you're too kind :)
mysticmaze wrote on Mar 5, '11
How do you create a poem of death that causes a smile???
Wow... I loved this!
mysticmaze wrote on Mar 5, '11
Did you see these photos? Mindy is one of our health team from multiply that just came back from Shiraz...
http://cosmicfuguestate.multiply.com/photos/album/15
emeraldmoon wrote on Mar 6, '11
Thanks Nancy, i'm glad you liked it ;) i just saw the pictures. i really wish i could go with them. I love Shiraz, beautiful city!
simphanee wrote on Mar 7, '11, edited on Mar 7, '11
Wow! That was truly an adventure!
It is exciting to read your work, I hang on the edge of each line
with childlike thrill, knowing I can't anticipate
your next expression of imagination! So wild!
Stunning! I love it!
simphanee wrote on Mar 7, '11
mysticmaze said
How do you create a poem of death that causes a smile???
Wow... I loved this!
LOL!
emeraldmoon wrote on Mar 8, '11
haha, Val, and i'm always waiting to hear what you think of what i write! seriously, i keep checking back to see your comment! thank you soooo much for all your support <3
simphanee wrote on Mar 8, '11, edited on Mar 8, '11
heh heh..........Well, first off, I simply love how you wrote this from the
Cat's mind. It would never have occurred to me to do that. Talking about death,
like a journey you have no map for, from a Cat, is just enticing to me as a reader,
as there is just no way, as I said, to anticipate what comes next!
Then this.................just wonderful! I loved the experience!
So fully unexpected............Hugs ya!
and I wake up
feeling old
looking young
with fake glassy shiny green eyes.
I look for the old crooked fingers that never stop
and find her,
resting her oldness
in the stench of a dead cat
wrapped in a tangerine shawl...
we both stumble
down
into a heaven,
where I sc c cratch my eyes out
and some old lady weaves them
into a tale of
tangerine dreams...
simphanee wrote on Mar 8, '11
You certainly inspire me to want to write poetry!
simphanee wrote on Jan 26
Hi NegiN! I am off work today and sitting here sharing some of your poems with my sister.
She loves this one very much! I told her your writing so exciting to read, as I never know what
to expect next from you. I will spend time looking at the ones I missed also. ☺
You are an inspiriation to our creative hearts!
Peace Darlin!