nah, surrsly???

[warmlonelyrain]

I stepped outside to sip my tea

Laura Poland

12.29.06

I stepped outside to sip my tea

I watched the steam rise, wondering

My cat appeared and approached the door

sat waitfully

(Probably, I thought, because of my exit)

She remembered the warm glow inside

sat at the brick frame

Like a step

Comments

[indubitablydyl]

It really is lovely. I can't figure out what it means, but it's almost... sweet, and the diction sparkles without blinding. I almost sighed when I read "at dainty intervals." Lovely.

Lemme try to figure out what it means.

[warmlonelyrain]

This is really the perfect response, a sort of exaclty what I was looking for.

When I wrote this, or rather, got the inspiration and first few lines and phrases arranged in my head, it was such a beautiful time of night and I almost felt at peace with nature with my head propped on the brick of our house, and then my cat appeared and I just got to watch her wait to be let in without her seeing me (a sort of role reversal) and then I got locked out (another role reversal) .... and the words just felt right. I was in awe of the night, but then this sort of neato non-interaction with my cat occured, but it became a part of the beautiful night too.

I tried to be less free form than usual too. I was proud of that.
Anyways, I'm overall proud of the poem, but I really just wish I could have that night back.

[indubitablydyl]

Yeah, I know of some nights I'd rather like back too.

It's a good poem to be proud of.