Rhythm of Life

(for Jennifer)

You are a tabby cat,
sleek, silent, needing attention
You play among the sunflowers,
whose faces stretch and yearn
for the sun’s beams, to revel in its
fuelling touch on their leaves.

You barely notice when clouds
interrupt this pattern and how the flowers’
despair, or the birds that cruise above,
diving for the flowers’ friends while
using the cloud’s cover,
but who hide among the flowers
when the clouds openly cry.

When bored of the sunflowers’ obsession
with the sun, you lie and blink, letting
the sun warm and tickle your thick coat,
only stirring as the transition begins;
when the sun dips toward the
horizon, looking back to pass on
watchful notes to the moon.

The moon smiles at sighting you,
it knows that when it routinely
loses parts of itself, you sense the loss
but keep moving, needing the head noise
of other matters to veil the grief.

This rhythm simply rotates endlessly,
Until the day when the sun descends
for the night with a rosy pink glow,
instead of its usual firey orange,
and the flowers say, ’where’s the cat?’
Then they see you above them,
frolicking with the dancing stars
and the moon’s attentive smile.

Rhythm of Life

Catherine C.  Turner

Joined January 2008

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Artist's Description

A metaphorical poem to capture the life of my Aunt who passed away in early 2007.

Feel free to view my other poems

N.B. The feature logo was prepared by myself but inspired by a design originally done by Natalie Perkins

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