Thursday, April 11, 2013

LITTLE COMFORT: Poetry Friday



















LITTLE COMFORT



       A poem for Comfort, (Conforta)--
       the old abandoned cat at Villa Scarpariello Relais in Amalfi, Italy


I give you food—
     a bowl of milk,
     a plate of meat—
beneath this gold Italian moon.

So little.

I give you words—
    a hum of warmth,
    a croon of love—
beneath this gold Italian moon.

So little.

I give you memories—
    a light for days of darkness,
    a feast for days of hunger—
beneath this gold Italian moon.

So little.

Remember—
    across a sea,
    across a distant land,
far from this gold Italian moon—
Claudia loves you.

So much.



Dia (Claudia) Calhoun
Amalfi, Italy
June 2012

4 comments:

  1. OMG, you've got me all verklempt.

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  2. Beautiful! "So little", yet "So much". Thanks for sharing. =)

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  3. I love that gold Italian moon.

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  4. Beautiful poem. Wishing all kitties could have someone to love them so. And hoping this one finds what she needs. Thanks for sharing!

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