Cat Tiger Poems
|1.||The Flower Of Her Face||7/14/2009|
|2.||For A Smart Date||7/14/2009|
|4.||You Miss Me||10/6/2009|
|5.||A Prolific Fan||11/13/2009|
|7.||Happy Birthday, Mother||7/31/2010|
|9.||On New Year's||12/31/2010|
|10.||When She Comes||10/3/2011|
|11.||Eau Claire December (Prologue)||12/6/2011|
|13.||A New Instrument||12/14/2012|
|16.||Secrets I Don'T Tell||6/13/2011|
|17.||The Worse 8/18/09||8/18/2009|
|18.||You Know Me Better||3/9/2010|
|19.||Doors To Our Past||7/22/2009|
|23.||Grow Young With Me||7/25/2009|
|26.||Truly We'Ve Met Before||7/14/2009|
Truly We'Ve Met Before
Your whisper pounds my heart's rood
Rushing throbbed tsunamis throughout
So that the pulsing of my tepid blood
Expands even whisper into a shout.
Truly, our spirits have met before
Settling by parts in others we've known
Or rising from forests and familiar lore
To caress as a breeze softly blown.
Now as your fragments coalesce,
With each salient, cognizant burst,
A universe builds and draws me close
Till this body pounds with burning thirst.
The Flower Of Her Face
As I watched the flower of her face,
Gorged by grass too tall,
Petal soft cheeks
against a hungry sky,
Some sickness took this palm
To be her shelter.
'How sadly the leaves of your hands
Have felt the claws of insects, ' I cried!
And with these plucking fingers
I enthralled her pithy heart.