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How small, this sleeping tiger (Free verse) by ecargo

Having frisked with hours, batting at time like involute dust in a sunstream he sprawls, lolls, small belly striped and rippling like tall grasses. With measured breath, he croons of garden forays, romps with shadows, prowls in jungles tamed to hand. Splayed in sleep, his paws recall the excitement of dogs like mastodons thundering the suburban savannahs, and the transient wonders of birds.

Dovina 28-Jan-06/9:32 AM
Poetically speaking, this is good. It has form, unusual expression, metaphor (I think), and harks of Frost. For those reasons, I'd vote 10. But the reason I did not, and did on Elderking's recent one, is that the best poem, in my faulty opinion, is not the best written, it's the Trojan Horse that smuggles titillation into my sheltered life. Not sexual titillation necessarily, but connection with myself. Yours does that as I feel the tiger's caged existance, and I think you're hinting at more, but what?




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