Max leans his head back,
shuts his eyes
stretches his neck.
I saw, behind this cat,
Delacroix's drawing of a lion.
We share with that lion,
the terrible galactic
stuff of all of us,
the wind of life
creating from tiny
pieces of ancient stars,
a deep-down unity,
our warrior foot-hold,
forever in the wilderness.
Fabulous drawing, fabulous poem.
ReplyDeleteperfect pair...the lion drawing and your poem!
ReplyDeletei like this very much...especially being a Leo.
great narrative - you propel the reader right into your poem!
ReplyDeleteThis is simply marvellous - the poetry felt in the brevity of expression and the universality of the moment. Gave me a good set of goosebumps as I got to the end.
ReplyDeleteThe poem really does go so well with the pic, nicely done.
ReplyDeleteI like that sharing the wind of life ~ Lovely words to go with the picture ~ Happy day to you~
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful, the pieces of ancient stars, the unity, "our warrior foot-hold, forever in the wilderness." Wonderful writing!
ReplyDeleteYou have most truly captured the image within your very fitting and poetic words.
ReplyDeleteEileen
"Warrior foot-hold" - I like it.
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