That was lovely - thank you, Dave

The flow of Van Gogh's brush - the forever movement -
that's the wondrous appeal of his work.
In poetical terms, his technique was indeed unique.

"Poetry surrounds us everywhere, but putting it on paper is, alas,
not so easy as looking at it."
-Vincent Van Gogh

A Tribute to Vincent Van Gogh

My furry pal is slowly fading
Omnipresent 16 years
Independent, loving feline
Restless wanderer hiding near

Feisty as a bucking bronco
Cannonball kitten at the start
Seeking now a quiet shelter
Place to rest his weary heart

Lying close, his body warm
With paw upon my arm
As if to say I want to stay
But time is moving on

Another ache, another void
I watch with teary eye
The world keeps turning as it should
Still hard to say goodbye

bjb 10/20/14

I understand Beverly, I still miss "The Ginger Fling". No idea why she ended up with that name apart from the ginger bit. She was my cat. She chose me.

Whereas the other cats used to bring mice/birds/squirrels as gifts the fling used to bring autumn leaves whatever the season. One day shortly after I moved away a leaf blew in through my bedroom window reminding me of fling

I collected every crispy autumn leaf that year I know she would have picked.



I think it was because they were the same colour as her or maybe the noise they make

Today I still have one crinkly autumn leaf on my fireplace surround. I probably always will.

Dave

It's my name but still a pseudonym - now there's a story right there....

and no it didn't used to be Rumpelstiltskin

Despite what they say