Through a Cat’s Eyes – 13.2

Winter Sleeping, Chasers’s Day 19, Year of the Lion number 427; January 16, 1739 Agathon; Linne 182 Three days. In the early morning hours after I arrived in Burmore, the snow came. And came. And came. It snowed continuously for a full day, covering everything deeper than my knees. The wind blew ice cold and […]

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Haunting

My one and only Halloween poem. Happy Halloween!     Haunting © W. Scott Grant October 30, 1999 2:30 pm Why do they run when I ask for help? Please, someone, I want to go home. My voice is but a hollow whisper Along dark halls, I silently roam. As you gather ‘round the dinner […]

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The Cursed Engagement Ring

Every year, the Indiana Poets Society runs a contest with 25 (or so) categories. Each category is sponsored either by a local group, an individual, or, for the top few prizes, the entire association. For three years, Brenda and I were judges representing the Indianapolis Chapter when we were active members. We had to withdraw […]

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Contest Loser

I only post one poem today, but it sets us up for a very long post tomorrow. Contest Loser © W. Scott Grant May 24, 1999 8:25 pm It lost the contest for a reason Save it for another season One judge thought it worse Than someone else’s verse So why must you inflict it […]

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