This poem came from the September 6, 2011 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from natasiakith and
kelkyag. It was sponsored by
laffingkat.
The little black kitten
that someone abandoned
grew into a sleek black cat
that was always bringing home
unexpected things --
bottle caps and racquet ball rinds
and once a baby squirrel, its eyes still closed
remembering, perhaps,
the importance of being picked up
and taken home.
September 9 2011, 19:11:27 UTC 9 years ago
Your endings. You do so much with a last verse. I know I keep commenting on it, but that frequently just gets to me.
Love this one.
*bow, flourish*
September 9 2011, 20:10:51 UTC 9 years ago
I do have a thing for endings -- last verses, last lines. Some forms have a 'volta' or turn, often between the last verse and the preceding verse, that puts a new perspective into the message. The poem kind of does this nifty little twist in midair and then lands deftly on both feet. I've done it enough in sonnets and other form poems that I've picked up a tendency to do it in free verse as well.
Other times, I'll "frame" a poem by mirroring the first verse in the last verse. Sometimes it will have the same lines in opposite order, or words flipped in a phrase. That's a good technique for reflective, self-contained poems.