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pets
the art of attachment
she knows the rules
no touching
no friction
friends for life
she knows loss
unanswered
senseless
love and devotion is only a dream
a game
played within the dimensions of her bed
beyond the outskirts of nightstands
she remains untouchable
unattainable
lost insight of the poacher
my sacrificial dove
can not be held in a cage
she knows the rules
the art of distance
princess of self preservation
she knows the rules
no touching
no friction
friends for life
she knows loss
unanswered
senseless
love and devotion is only a dream
a game
played within the dimensions of her bed
beyond the outskirts of nightstands
she remains untouchable
unattainable
lost insight of the poacher
my sacrificial dove
can not be held in a cage
she knows the rules
the art of distance
princess of self preservation
Published 19th May 2021
| Edited 23rd May 2021
Author's Note
i watched my daughter in the chicken coop, the chickens bickering at her feet, she spoke to them from above, asked them to lay her an egg for breakfast... she didn't crouch amongst them or nurse them in her arms... she didn't love them... not the way she loved Henny Penny.
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23rd May 2021 6:42am
I love the way you fashioned the metaphor by weaving in human attributes with animal characteristics.
23rd May 2021 9:57am
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touches deep & delicate... the syncs ng love one has for nature with within..may it be self , tge fellow humans , the pets ,the trees ...your verses n narrative have such voluminous emphasis on the quintessential love..the spiritualistic plane of attached detachment .. only can say i feel this through self each now through my dottahs my cats dogs.. mynah bulbul etc etc birds , the plants trees i attach nuancedly in the intimate depths & that 'some' distance.. in love each now.. your simplified verses stress minimalism & shines poetic maturity in your journey.. to summate in short, its a breath of fresh air, such poetry. much respects & adorations..shine on :)
touches deep & delicate... the syncs ng love one has for nature with within..may it be self , tge fellow humans , the pets ,the trees ...your verses n narrative have such voluminous emphasis on the quintessential love..the spiritualistic plane of attached detachment .. only can say i feel this through self each now through my dottahs my cats dogs.. mynah bulbul etc etc birds , the plants trees i attach nuancedly in the intimate depths & that 'some' distance.. in love each now.. your simplified verses stress minimalism & shines poetic maturity in your journey.. to summate in short, its a breath of fresh air, such poetry. much respects & adorations..shine on :)
9th Oct 2021 11:41pm
I don’t know if I just have a dirty mind but this poem feels very... kinky. If it is meant to be erotic, it's truly erotic, the feather as opposed to the whole duck. There seems to be a trend on this site of genuinely erotic verse being put in “Love”, lest it be associated with the constant stream of porn currently stinking up “Erotic”.
PS I've now read the author’s note and am convinced that I just have a dirty mind...
PS I've now read the author’s note and am convinced that I just have a dirty mind...
7th Aug 2022 1:02am
I've been thinking about this one for a while now and my own experience was always intense concern for animals, but then I was especially sensitive to their presence due to some early childhood experiences. But it's important to remember that intense concern for the welfare of animals is not automatically the sign of a "good person". (I should love people more than I do...it's a work in progress.) But it's good to know that the emotions are being processed, and that empathy is possible. This resonates with me, thank you, and good to see you again.
