Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Corky The Magnificat Comments

Rating: 4.5

The trouser-fur of Corky's belly and legs
Is as white as Mark Twain's linen suit
Or maybe like a pitcher of cream
His eyes are emerald like an Afghani girl
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Denis Mair
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Laurie van der Hart 01 March 2020

Perfect description using original similes helps us to imagine your cat and its antics very well. Talking friendship across species, I’m just back from Australia where my sister’s family raises orphan kangaroos. Have them living in the house with them, as well as outside. Amazing to see the vines of affection between the roos and the humans.

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Denis Mair 03 March 2020

Thanks. Your sister must be a remarkable person! I like your phrase " VINES OF AFFECTION." That's a poem-writing prompt in itself. I once envisioned human connections as a jungle of invisible vines: they grow along each street, intersecting in public places, and branching off to penetrate into every home and room. Of course, animals are our fellow beings, so the vines grow between us and them as well.

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Jette Blackstone 04 December 2017

What a lovely poem! I love reading about about animals. They are so stately and beautiful and just so pure and in the moment in their lives. I could spend hours watching them. I used to have a cat. Now I have two amazing and beautiful dogs. Love this! Thanks Denis.

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Clarence Prince 05 February 2016

Nature is in the business of beauty. Sounds good!

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