I was looking through an old file of poetry scraps and found the bones of this poem. This is definitely still a familiar feeling--that a poem is out there but it won't come any nearer.
Thank you so much! It’s quite an old poem at this point, but it was so fun to pull it out and give it a tune-up. It never made it past the lined-paper version when I first wrote it.
You call your cat backwards to me, I ppssppssppss. Nice poem
I'm a bit more, pshhhhh-awshhh-awshhhh
Here i am doing all the cat noises now...
That’s an interesting one.
😁 I've tried to make your cat noises, David. I'm going to try out yours and Tamsin's on our cat later and see if they work 😁.
I’m cracking up! Yes, we do it opposite 😁. I kept making the sound to myself to see if I could write it clearly enough.
I LOVE this! I FEEL this! Plus you reminded me of a poem I wrote about a cat in our neighborhood who is kind of a dick. I need to revisit that poem. 😘
Thank you, Tara! Also, this comment cracks me up! Why is it so offensive when the cat won’t come and be friendly? But it is!
Holy smokes...I know this feeling but I know it MUCH better after reading these twelve lines. Thank you, Margaret. You are a true poet.
Mike! That is a super compliment—wow. I don’t know what to say other than thank you 😳😊.
Oh Margaret Ann I am feeling this so hard ... !
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Very cool painting. And the first two stanzas have such a nice rhythm to them. They are fun to say aloud. :)
Thank you, Petra! 😊
'a familiar feeling--that a poem is out there but it won't come any nearer' .
Love these elusive images you draw closer...
Thank you! 😊
I really like this and also…this painting!!!!!
Thank you! Yes, she is so talented—I will pass on your compliment. This is from one of her first one or two art classes in high school.
Yes to all, especially the phone call. And oh, that peanut butter stain.
😁 Peanut butter is so destructive once it’s out of its sandwich…
Good for hiding pills if you’re trying to give them to a dog!
Our dog carefully licks all the peanut butter off, finds the pill, and THEN eats it. It's very weird.
This dog is special.😊
I’m talking about my daughter’s dog. Actually, my daughter buys chunky natural peanut butter that hardens in the fridge. So the dog doesn’t notice it.
Ooh. That is a clever idea—I might try that.
And yes, peanut butter on the run . . .
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This is so well described!
Thank you, Kym! 😊
Nailed it!
This made me laugh. I love that I’ve got a community of writers saying “YES” to this poem 😊.
I love this. What a tangible / intangible thing.
Thank you, David. Yeah, it almost feels like it’s something you can grab with your hands—then it’s gone and you could never grab it anyway.
Love the painting too.
Thank you! I shared your compliment with my daughter, who was predictably “what, that old thing?!?!” about every lovely thing she makes.
I really like this one. Super good!
Thank you so much! It’s quite an old poem at this point, but it was so fun to pull it out and give it a tune-up. It never made it past the lined-paper version when I first wrote it.
This is a poem that was definitely written!