Monday, June 25, 2007

Blue

A DELIGHTFULLY deep Irishman living in Paris has given me the assignment of shortening my rather lengthy prose about my adopted Lion, Blue. I hope I have done something of interest.

I love my Blue. Even if he gets into the freezer after I've gone to bed and eats the Pistatio Ice Cream.

I find him asleep in my chair, feet waving in the air, his mane splayed over the crimson pillows.

Note to self: Get more bags for the vaccum.






Blue

I named you Blue - My Blue
and you were sensitive and kind

You named me Yellow, Your Yellow
and we shared a sort of mind

We shared stories
..and a life

Until it had to end
..but you are my Blue

My soul mate
my confidant and friend

So when I go
I beg you

Please don't continue
to eat my tomatoes

And please keep the fur
out of the freezer.

4 comments:

Verilion said...

Lyon, he lives in Lyon Roberta. Great poem by the way.

Shameless said...

Hi Roberta,
Me again. :) Were we able to trim further? The deadline is today. Did you really want the short haiku entered? Could this piece above be trimmed a bit more. We could stop after "and friend"? Let me know. I hope we can get your entry in. Cheers, Seamus. :)

Wanderlust Scarlett said...

LOVE your poem, and I thought he lived with you.

Viaggiatore lives with me.

We adopted them!

CONGRATULATIONS on the award! YAY!

Scarlett & Viaggiatore

Roberta said...

I got an award?