Afterthought

I was a cat then
and now I am this
nine births removed —

beside me, the tree,
that is still a tree,
watches a fragrant
jasmine creeper
climb up its roots to
seduce the decrepit
moon. It knows —

a single bee
hangs in the
unmoving air
like an unpleasant
truth —

trying to be human
damages the soul so
it can no longer be
recycled, washing up
on a faraway shore,
killing the fish
that ignorantly
race to feed upon
its unbroken bits —

a single flower
falls on the earth
where we lie,
the cat and I
together, nine deaths
removed —

Water to Water – on Amazon

 

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11 thoughts on “Afterthought

  1. My goodness this is good!💖 Especially like; “It knows —a single bee hangs in the unmoving air like an unpleasant
    truth.” 😊

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  2. I like the circularity of this poem, and the cat, and I was struck by the beauty of these lines:
    ’.. the tree,
    that is still a tree,
    watches a fragrant
    jasmine creeper
    climb up its roots to
    seduce the decrepit
    moon…’

    Like

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