Free verse № 137734
How small, this sleeping tiger
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.
7 comments
Somehow I have trouble imagining a cub frisking with hours, but i like batting at time. I can't understand why, but there it is.
Since you change from the cub awake to asleep, maybe you should start a new stanza at 'With measured breath.'
I don't understand 'tamed to hand.', or 'dogs like mastodons'(those would be some big-ass dogs).
I admire the meter and the assonance of the last eight lines. They display your understanding of poetics without being over the top.
Now for taking your advice,....lol... but I did.
Check out my poem 'such is a child's heart'. I'd value criticism more than a vote. Do me the honors and check it out. Thanks.
Your poems good but it feels like it needs more, like it's just getting started.
Happy to check out PLB.
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