Still Now
by Margie Doyle
Treading softly
Dawn lights the sky
The cat wants out
I stand
Still I stand
Tears at the ready
As is my pen
The artist’s easel
Face down in the rain
The cat cries
The sun-starved plants
Wilt in the rain
I still stand
Doing nothing
Empty
Tears at the ready
Counting the days
Become eternity
This is where I stand
With the wind blowing
And the cat crying
Regrets, remorse
Sting like vinegar
Guilt like bile
Redemption like silver
Blinded by the sun
I see that I am still
Born again as a mossy spore
Spreading to cover the winter hardness
Dark and soft yes
Like a hummed lullaby
The cat scratches its chin
On the sodden planter
Still green parsley springs up
Fly away birds
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These lines…
Born again as a mossy spore
That spreads to cover the winter hardness
Dark and soft yes
Like a hummed lullaby
…slay me. Beautiful! Thanks, Margie!
Margie; this is one of the most beautiful and somehow mystical poems i have ever read. Thank you. I love all your images and the refrain of the cat crying, tears at the ready – and the ending; fly away birds.