A word before you read

I am not really a poet and these are mere attempts to write poetry. I would conveniently call them free verse to escape criticism. I feel an urge to express an idea or a deep feeling or strong emotion or just describe a scene. The result is what you see.

Sunday, August 18, 2019

… crisscrossing …


… my feet dragged my heat-drugged body
crunching on the molten gravel late evening.
As the desert heat hummed and singed
my face and arms glistened with sweat
my wet shirt clung to my slimy body
while my mind raced to my AC cool room.
A lean cat crisscrossed my path
steady, focused footsteps, ignoring me
crisscrossing its beaten trail
to seek water or shade perhaps.
Its feline mouth – a half open grin
breathing out its internal heat.
A flash of helpless pity 
crisscrossed our minds ...

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