Dear Stranger Poet,
Or is it Poet Stranger?
How goes it? Stuck
on words? I am
leaf green
and sometimes blue.
I need sleep,
not nightmares.
I spend my time
trying to write to you.
Hope you are roaming
the alphabet.
Don’t forget my address.
Things are fragmented.
This place is summer,
rock hot and moon cool.
Hope to see you
in the dictionary.
Yours till you catch peace
and call me.
C.J. Prince
©2016
One report of the mysterious, illusive Orange Cat Society.
About 6 months ago I moved into a trailer park where I and my furry faced friends could live together in relative comfort. Up until this last move I had been unaware of the Orange Cat Society and its many benefits. At first, during the initial settling-in, I continued in my ignorance, but I was soon to be made aware.
I was introduced to the Ambassador of the OCS on a quiet afternoon. I was enjoying the fine weather when I noticed a large orange tomcat sitting on the ramp up to my front door. Once I had noticed him I became concerned about his appearance; he was some what scruffy in appearance. He was very aloof. I have enjoyed the company of orange cats throughout my life to I was able to recognize the importance of the Ambassador and encouraged an opening dialogue.
I realized that refreshments were called…
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The first time, the only time,
I ate Alice B. Toklas brownies,
I floated to the floor
in his parent’s house.
Three days, memory numb.
No, I’m fine, I mumbled.
His pharmacist father knew better.
I no long accept every offer.
C.J. Prince
©2016
Dear Stranger Poet, Or is it Poet Stranger? How goes it? Stuck on words? I am leaf green and sometimes blue. I need sleep, not nightmares. I spend my time trying to write to you. Hope you …
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Dear Stranger Poet,
Or is it Poet Stranger?
How goes it? Stuck
on words? I am
leaf green
and sometimes blue.
I need sleep,
not nightmares.
I spend my time
trying to write to you.
Hope you are roaming
the alphabet.
Don’t forget my address.
Things are fragmented.
This place is summer,
rock hot and moon cool.
Hope to see you
in the dictionary.
Yours till you catch peace
and call me.
C.J. Prince
©2016
C.J. Prince Poet 