Ghosted
The cat meows again
as if she’s forgotten that
she had her breakfast
a half hour ago
but she hasn’t forgotten
and again I won’t respond
because I’m busy checking my inbox
for your reply to the message
I sent yesterday morning.
There was a time
you answered
my messages
within the hour.
I haven’t heard from you in ages.
The stupid cat meows again.
How stupid is the cat,
to return again and again to her empty bowl?
How sad that she is so driven by futile hope
of a new morsel’s impossible appearance.
Poetry Month 2018
I’ve resolved a few times to write a poem a day during the month of April, and I actually succeeded once. I’m again trying it out. No idea what each day will bring. Some light verse, some politics, some “oh shit I didn’t write anything today” haikus. If you read one and feel moved to comment, please do. If you want to share your poetry, please share!
PS: Today’s poem prompt was provided by
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