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Wonderful depiction of joyful discovery of a new world! I particularly like: her body language, the very nice floatiness of her dress, ...

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Free kittens!
Four orphaned kittens in an ivy nest, in the shadows at the foot of an old willow tree. Four upturned faces, wide eyes, all silent. Mummy has been gone for 36 hours, her last words to them to be quiet and still. We look down on them, our guilt crushing us. Darryl's bequest to us - her babies.
Of course we took them in. We'd just raise them to eight weeks, and then find homes for them, we agreed. Right. Four-hourly feeding with droppers and evaporated milk, cleaning, frantic searching for information on what to feed and how to raise four week-old feral kittens resulted, not all that surprisingly, in an unbreakable bond.
We had an old cat already. The old man had a contract with us: 'there can be only one!' His expression, when he realised that we'd adopted four kittens, was priceless. Miffed beyond words, he moved out of the house to a broken shed in the garden for two days, where he slept on a pile of rubble. The message was clear: "If you don't want me anymore, fine. I'll stay out her
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Pixie, 2017
   Oh, the moon, the moon!
Full and bright: my blood runs wild -
     I won't come home, tonight!
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Haiku Sampler
I like haiku. Here's a small sample of some of mine. Let me know if you want to see more.
 
   A song of silence
Has stilled my dear red robin -
     Winter's icy wind.
[Dead bird, 2015]
 
   Step and step and step,
with bustling speckled feathers;
     What quick bright eyes!
[Speckled Hen, 2015]
 
   All your warm purring
and furry loving can't deny
     feathers on the rug.
[Evidence, 2017]
 
  Out into the sunlight
Brass-pointed engine chuffs -
    A long shriek of joy.
[Outeniqua Choo-choo exiting Kaaimans River tunnel, 2017]
 
© David Rose 2017
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A Smile in Her Eyes
A fire burns in her soul;
From the whisky on her lips.
A smile in her eyes;
From the liquor that she sips.
A pain in her abdomen;
From the moments her reality slips.
A sadness in her mind;
From the man touching her hips.
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A fair fever.
there is a mermaid inside of me
with a handful of paint and a canvas heart
standing at the edge of the sea
where the dandelions grow;
if i stutter, i'm sorry --
anything tangible can be destroyed, and
i don't want to lose my muchness to
sunlight through an open window.
(a private jargon)
"walk on your own, into the sun,
as your spine arcs back like lightning,
a strong and broken man,
king of the horse-flies, for
soon there will only be stolen tombstones,
december skies in belgrade
and a forest in california, somewhere."
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Holding Back
why do you constantly berate me when
i am at my lowest,
do you enjoy seeing tears painstakingly
drip down my face in a continuous motion
was it not enough for you to
remind me that i am a disappointment,
a constant reminder of your mistake
with the man you call my father
do you not see the pain behind my eyes and
the quivering lips with every syllable
that comes from your mouth,
laced with venom and foaming with disgust
i never asked for any of this so
why do you scream at me,
demanding me to be thankful for every single
goddamn thing i could care less about
but i always wonder and will never ask
if you never wanted me, why show me the world
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Line Upon Line Mar my Arms
Line upon line, mar my arms
Some are new and some are scars
Some still bleeding and some are old
Little did you know that I'm not fine like I told
You when you asked "Are you Ok?"
I say yes, and you went about your day
I did as well but with as sadness in my heart
Every mean thing people say is like a dart 
My body fills with pain
Sick thoughts fill my brain
As the cruel blade slices my skin
No one ever wins
In this game we call life
It's never a fair fight
In this game we call life
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Every Night I Fall
"You just want attention, drama queen!"
These comments make me scream
Not out loud but internally
Curse these idiots for eternity
They have no idea how it really feels to be
Alone and depressed, to be me
They think I've got it all
That every night I fall
To cut my skin
In straight lines
They think my life is fine
They think I've got it all, but every night I fall
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Bloom where you're planted
Serendipity: Random natural seed dispersion produced this white snapdragon on a palm stump. Looks like a desert site, but clearly holds enough moisture to be comparable to having been planted on a block of Oasis!

If anyone's wondering, I snapped this with my mobile phone, a Sony Experia E3.
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BabyForwarded
This is a work in progress: the poem is unfinished. I would welcome feedback or suggestions.
It is based on a real life event: a newborn baby was placed in a 2-litre ice-cream carton and thrown from a fourth-floor balcony.
Here is a general link to a professional article on the (South African) national issue of neonaticide and infanticide:
www.medicalbrief.co.za/archive…
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Four orphaned kittens in an ivy nest, in the shadows at the foot of an old willow tree. Four upturned faces, wide eyes, all silent. Mummy has been gone for 36 hours, her last words to them to be quiet and still. We look down on them, our guilt crushing us. Darryl's bequest to us - her babies.

Of course we took them in. We'd just raise them to eight weeks, and then find homes for them, we agreed. Right. Four-hourly feeding with droppers and evaporated milk, cleaning, frantic searching for information on what to feed and how to raise four week-old feral kittens resulted, not all that surprisingly, in an unbreakable bond.

We had an old cat already. The old man had a contract with us: 'there can be only one!' His expression, when he realised that we'd adopted four kittens, was priceless. Miffed beyond words, he moved out of the house to a broken shed in the garden for two days, where he slept on a pile of rubble. The message was clear: "If you don't want me anymore, fine. I'll stay out here." But autumn temperatures soon overcame his principles, his eighteen year-old bones shivering in the icy winds.

Kittens love to play. What fun to tease their adoptive Grandpa, who was half-blind and quite deaf. Trip him up as he comes around the corner! Jump on his tail, and run away screaming with laughter as he slowly turns! Occupy his sunny spot, and as he ambles up, leap up and bat his whiskers, "Boo!"

The old boy eventually passed on peacefully behind the couch, at the ripe old age of twenty - two weeks after we'd reluctantly consulted the vet about his quality of life (again), and been told that he was not in pain, he was fine.

The vet.... yeah. Four inbred feral kittens, now young cats. Three girls, one boy, all neutered. Innoculations. Top quality food. Of which they rejected three kinds before settling on the most expensive. Two with allergies. One who developed a spreading ulcer which required surgery, twice. One who is now a suspected diabetic. One who was so inclined to wander, neutered or not, that we had a chip implanted. The visits to the vet after fighting other cats, who loved our uniquely dog-free yard. Now start adding up the cost of four free kittens. Not just in money - in worry, heartache, and fear for them. Would we part with them? Not in this lifetime!




Free kittens!
for the Live-Love-Write writing prompt - previous: 'A gift that is not truly free'
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   Oh, the moon, the moon!

Full and bright: my blood runs wild -

     I won't come home, tonight!

I like haiku. Here's a small sample of some of mine. Let me know if you want to see more.


 

   A song of silence

Has stilled my dear red robin -

     Winter's icy wind.


[Dead bird, 2015]


 



   Step and step and step,

with bustling speckled feathers;

     What quick bright eyes!


[Speckled Hen, 2015]


 



   All your warm purring

and furry loving can't deny

     feathers on the rug.


[Evidence, 2017]


 



  Out into the sunlight

Brass-pointed engine chuffs -

    A long shriek of joy.


[Outeniqua Choo-choo exiting Kaaimans River tunnel, 2017]


 

© David Rose 2017


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turnipfarmer05 Featured By Owner 4 days ago
Thank you very much for the favorite on "Holding Back" and the watch!! They are greatly appreciated Bunny Emoji-87 (Thanks) [V5] 
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Thank you for the :+fav:
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Thank you for watching! :D
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Thank you for the watch and the fave :D
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DavidR1958 Featured By Owner Nov 30, 2014
I am an Indie writer who is looking for artists interested in doing illustration or cover work. Illustration is mostly in children's stories; Covers are usually SF / Fantasy, some YA or romance.
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