4.6.09

Noll Hangs Ten in the Verge

Sometimes, I sit & stare
The air taking up my drifting cares.
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At the edge of the perennial bed,
with the back acreage poured out
greenly at my feet
and the cornfields in view,
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I pause because
it is the only thing
I am compelled
to do.





18 comments:

Angel and Kirby said...

Wonderful post!

Amy said...

Great poem and picture!

JC said...

You simply are the Purrfect Siamese !!!

Tristan and Crikey said...

That's really lovely, Noll.

Daisy said...

That's a very cool poem, Noll!

Reese =^..^= said...

That was a furry creative poem!

Tuck said...

Such a nice poem! I love the photo of you sittin' in the green grass!!!

The Island Cats said...

Noll, you look great against the green grass!

The Creek Cats said...

We are loving your poem, Noll!! What talent!

Rufus Raves said...

sit and stare! what else is there to do but that?! ok maybe sleep :)

Jasmim said...

This was a great poem! Combined with the photo =)

Jas & Gi

Fin said...

Nice post, and dreamy photo.

Cyber-sibes said...

Furry nice! We can almost feel the dewy grass betwween our fottie-foots.

Woos & a-roos,
Star & Jack

corster said...

This picture made me miss you!
Ich leibe dich, Polliness!

Karen Jo said...

Beautiful picture and great poem, Noll.

Batu said...

I love that picture of you in the yard! Captures your mood perfectly!

CCL Wendy said...

Noll, you are so beautiful and ethereal -- what a lovely picture and even more lovely thoughts! Is it okay to call a mancat "beautiful"? After all you called Dante "gorjus"!

Zeus said...

Wonderful poem! Bravo!