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SOHW Part 4
What is this?
If you don't know by now this is my continuing poem saga. For a brief summery its unnamed character is looking for his lost love to whom is like a goddess to him and many others. For and unknown reason she is gone and he is looking for her unknown how to do so. He has already been lost in a magic snow similar to her and lost within an house connecting all "what if worlds". At the end of the last poem he was lost in a mist and the odd house he was in might have been a dream.
Past parts of "Sound of her Wings"
- Sound of Her Wings
I have had this one brewing in my brain for a while now. I read this one book a week ago. And I have had my dearest friend popping into my thoughts. The lines from my book and my friend combined in my brain....
- SOHW- part 2
I saw snow fall for the first time in 8 YEARS!!!!..... it was 2 in the morning... I was compelled to write..... I made a second part to my poem called "The Sound of Her Wings" date Nov 23, 2010 Sound of...
- SOHW Part 3
I have decided to Continue my "Sound of her Wings" into a very long saga story thingy...... so yeah..... hope you enjoy this section of it..... and wow this has to be the longest poem i have written. Sound...
An Interlude with a Cat
Awoke he did on a couch.
He not knowing where he was
thinking this was all there is
Just this: a small apartment
No bed, no tv or no books
Not a light, only a window.
Half a kitchen, room, and bath.
Not a soul but him and the cat.
A large smile over its face,
Eyes like someone he once knew.
Each time he blinked the cat's
fur would change from one color
to one to again another.
What was there ever before he
did not know nor did he care.
He'd sleep on the sofa couch
cat purring there under his arm.
He would never dream or could not.
Just wake up make food and talk.
Beyond the window only moon
but if he blinked the sun
it became. He would not ever
question this. He just would smile.
Days, months, or was it many years
This went on. Til one cold day
something new happened at night.
The cat stood looking at him.
"Who are you what is your name?
Did you loose your quest or aim?
For she might die or be lost
your staying here has a cost."
He sat and thought what was said
"I have no name. Am I dead?
All I know is this that's all
Outside of here I feel small."
"Look deep into my bright eyes
Your heart is big in its size.
That's all you will need to be
look down deep. Tell what you see."
He... I mean I looked and saw
I heard a sound... a nice sound.
It was her... And then I knew.
"Thank you cat, My name is Mann
I lost my muse and I ran.
She is the Angel without wings
She paints life pulling all strings."
The cat smiled and blushed.
And then I saw. The cats eyes.
They're her eyes. Those brownish cat's eyes.
Next part to this story
- SOHW part 5
Sound of Her Wings I have had this one brewing in my brain for a while now. I read this one book a week ago. And I have had my dearest friend popping into my thoughts. The lines from my book and my friend...