In the center of the room,
with armchairs, devan, and loveseat
quietly encircling,
lies the cat.
The tabby cat,
with soft white bib
and matching socks,
shyly hides his face.
Wiry, white whiskers
poke out here and there;
while sentinel ears stand erect,
in spite of hiding mittens.
Curled in a crescent moon,
the Tabby rests content,
with slow, slumbering breath,
in the center of he room.
©B. Donaldson, 2018. All rights reserved
one writer's journey 
I love the way this begins with the cat resting and ends with the cat resting. The in-between stanzas help me to create an image of the cat. Without a picture, I feel like I can envision the cat through your words. Such wonderous words and gentle rhythms. I enjoyed my stop.
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Thank you for the kind words. I was trying to write a poem that began with setting.
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Nicely done. And in addition to a poem beginning with the setting, you created a circular poem. I think that was one of poetry technique Amy shared one day this month.
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It sounds like you know The Poem Farm blog. I am late joining the daily poem writing challenge, and I’m not following it completely Yesterday, when I didn’t have any ideas for a slice, I decided to visit The Poem Farm and use one of Amy’s ideas. What struck me was this bit, “Well, a backyard. And then the child and the snowman and the grandpa just showed up. This happens sometimes. You make a place, and the characters will join you there.” The circular ending just “joined me” as I wrote.
Thanks for the kind comments. When I read different slices, I notice so many fantastic writers; I know I have a lot of growing to do. So…I just keep reading and writing….and I appreciate the feedback.
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I’m following Amy’s post this month. I didn’t join the challenge because I did a daily challenge in Feb and in Mar… and I couldn’t handle Apr… and I wanted time to learn from so many good poets posting in April. I’m leaving you more info as a reply to your comment on my post. Be sure to check it.
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“Curled in a crescent moon,
the Tabby rests content,
with slow, slumbering breath,
in the center of the room.”
Oh, I love this poem and especially your final stanza. That slow, slumbering breath – I can just hear it!
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That stanza was the hardest to finish. I wanted to include something about his tucked in tail, but it just didn’t work. Thanks for the specific and kind feedback.
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