Napowrimo Day 1-6

[muttthecowcat]

From Ghosting:

How to Befriend the Neighbor's Wandering Cat

You don't.
He befriends you.
 

Boring

The cat was the first person to see me,
Sitting in the windowsill.

He glanced at me
When I touched the glass,
Then turned away,
Bored.

I wonder what his life must be like
To find even a ghost
Uninteresting.
 

 

A Wish Granted

It really snowed and
There's children playing outside
Your empty window.
 

Snow

It's snowing outside,
And you're gone,
And I want to feel it.

It's whiter than I thought it would be,
So close on the grating of the window,
And it's snowing outside.

And you were closer, that one time,
You were closer, and now you're not,
And I want to feel it.

And it's everywhere, and I'm beating on the glass,
And I'm beating on my chest, and I wanted this.
I wanted this.
And it's snowing outside.

And there's nothing, not even the cold,
Nothing, except the need to break this glass,
And I want to feel it.

Because this is important to me.

I know. this. is. important. to. me.

And it's snowing outside,
And I want to feel it.



- From Living:

Looking for Love in a New Millennium

I used to think I could be a Marine,
But my eyes were too bad
And my lungs too weak,
And I didn't have enough money (or smarts)
For college,
And my voice wasn't as good as John's
For singing.
And I was good at ball,
But I didn't love it.

I didn't love it.

So where I ended up was
Offshore.

And my arms grew stronger,
And my voice louder,
And the ocean was wide and vast
And I reveled in it.

And I wish I wouldn't have.

It didn't end with a fire or an explosion.
Just one day,
I didn't jump far enough
And almost landed in the water.

And I didn't go back,
Because I didn't love it.


- From Moving On:

Melting Snow

A single snowdrop
Lands on my hand,

And I can feel it.

It's cold.

And all I had to do
Was open the window.

It's not much
But now, if he noticed me,
Could I feel Richard's fur beneath my fingers?
If I turned the lock,
Could I feel the notes you left for me outside the front door?
If I sang for you,
Would you hear me?
Would you let me?

Let me sing for you please.

It's stupid,
It's not the way forward,
I've always been told it's not the right way,

But I can't sing for myself anymore,
So let me sing for you.

 

 

 

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Let me know what you think of the poetry cycle so far :D  More poems from a ghost here.