A-Stray

Fuel & Pollen, part 5.

A-Stray

STRAY, the carpet is enfeebled. Unweaving such carmine footprints,

listing the ways to count the distance. Measurements and assumptions. Love,

the silver lights, the slivers of light, reciprocal patterns and mutiny

... the apartment is bare. How can you not STRAY from the backyard,

unto a warm home, a place to rest. NOT to lie in excrement.

Of animals, so brash and stealthy,

a simplistic hearth to care for.

Author's Note

I wrote this poem after a stray dog followed me home one day from university.

Reviews

[Emma Ruth]

Aw, very touching and I really liked you use of words; "the silver lights, the slivers of light" Very nicely done :)

[Mockingbird]

before having read what it's about i pictured someone who once was in a state of grace then hit rock bottom. and is given a choice to return to return home. excellent poem.

[Falling Leaf.]

Interesting how you use fonts and writing size to emphasize your message. I've only read two of your pieces so far...so far I'm a fan!

Keep doing what you're doing,
Savannah

[MOON]

Lovely write and how you use stray to depict the poem,

[Corset]

I love Radiohead...and I love lining up bold print to see if it makes sense, like it does here, Stray, love...the apartment is bare. Stray not. Great poem Cole, short sweet, I
love dogs, so loyal and trusting, so accepting, always cheerful, I hope to be a dog in the next life, I would consider myself completely evolved.

[Pax]

i really like the formatting..it gives a strong expression of what you meant...
a dog..has found a home in you...take care.

[Lily Mae]

I love the way you had this happen to you and you tap into the "whole" of it all and share it in written word...and the music is perfect.. xo Excellent penning..xo

[Barbara Walker]

Aniumals are an intelligent lot...they love comfort and warmth just as much as we do! Nice piece.!

[Yheela]

A wonderful poem, liked your play with the word.

[Dayran]

A play around the word stray that may easily be substituted by the words lost or clueless but yet one leaves a footprint, a mark or excrement, that at this time, denies that one is nothing!