I would put up signs
asking for your return
but you were not lovable;
an angry poem
full of disturbing beauty
I wrote when I was 22
& somehow
you slipped from that folder
& out an open window
while I wasn’t watching.
I hope you found
a wonderful new home,
but, I am afraid what happens
to feral, unfriendly strays
that hiss, scratch, & spit
has happened to you
& you were euthanized
far more gently
than you deserved.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
grinning.
-Jennifer
Yep–RIP–was looking for it specifically to see if I still liked it 🙂
and a giggle flys free
🙂 to both of you!
Ouch! In the spirit of Bob Dylan’s Positively Fourth Street…
🙂 love that song….. Actually, just about anything Dylan. If anything, more like the Aesop’s fox, saying the grapes were probably sour anyway…..
powerful! Lovely and sad at the same time! “disturbing beauty, euthanized” and questions are playing ping pong in my head since reading and re-reading this poem! what was the theme of this poem? Poems do not walk away, especially after they have been written, so why was this poem “bumped” as indeed ethanized suggests? And if the poet wrote the song, why call it a stray? As this poem was the child of the poet and the bonds of motherhood die hard, except in cases of very extreme provocation, so what must have happended? and then the use of three verbs with rather negative and hostile associations, do they give away the troubled relationship between the poet and her poem? too amy questions and still struggling to find answers!
Ah, Noel–I love this difficult, angry poem–the theme was Joan of Arc and women being burned as witches, later called saints when their ashes cooled. I loved the poem, read it every time I read in public, and can’t for the life of me think of where it got to (have everything else from that time period in my desk). Never published it anywhere, because I wanted the rights. So, I sulked, and wrote a poem about my poem running away from home like an ill-mannered cat…. as a coping mechanism, so I won’t be too upset if I don’t recover it somewhere. As it was not a pretty, nice little poem (had succubi in it, and crones, etc.), if it was found by someone, they would not have kept it safe from the elements and probably tossed it away–the hostile stray cat imagery comes into play here. If I absolutely cannot find it, I am going to try to piece it together from memory, which I might be able to do.
😦
Leave it to Noel to pull the real story out of me…..
I know right? Can’t live without him tho…you two peas in said pod!
that would be one chatty pea pod…. 🙂
lol….no petites there eh? sweet! lol
OK, that’s it Rhonda–i am gonna try to find you on Facebook 🙂
Pretty good 🙂 And one of his best
Thanks 🙂