The wiggly kitten and the ball of wool

 

The wiggly kitten found the ball of wool

It was rolled up sloppily and had gathered dust on the shelf

The kitten snuggled against it with its soft warmth

Then started pushing it around with his little paws

Nibbling at it with his sharp teeth

Tugging the strands of wool

The little kitten was frisky

The ball of wool was ecstatic

It was getting unwound

The kitten was shivering in the chilly breeze so it snuggled closer

The wool was wound all around his furry frame

He spent so much time with that ball of wool

Gave so much of himself

 

Before long the wool was in a tangled mess

 

The kitten was distracted when it saw a beckoning flash of light

He leapt out of the tangled strands snapping some while he went

The ball of wool was happy to see the kitten twirling around in glee

Basking in the warmth of a distant glow

But it couldn’t wind itself back.

This was a forlorn happiness

The euphoria was over.

 

The tangled mess cringes when it hears the kitten whine,

Let the kitten be enveloped in warmth and laughter

And remain an untarnished free spirit.

Reviews

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"This brings happiness in reading and makes me smile to think of carefeee days spent knitting my cat scarfs and things. Now my current cat doesn't need a scarf since I live in Florida! A great poem, nicely written. Very lovely!"
Such fantastic symbolism and meaning behind this. Your writing gives me a very happy feeling reading it.

[laceyjane23]

I really like this one! its a very carefree piece!
laceyjane

[Michael X]

raj, this is a very touching life lesson reflecting what it means to keep the innocence, i love the pure
concept behind this writing, and the metaphorical aspect really brings the depthfully charged meaning
to full spectrum, the rhythm at which you write keeps at certain, steady pace, like heartbeats,
tranquil, the pondering aspect completes the foundation, allowing the reader to build their own
thoughts upon the subject, and its lighthearted, blissful, cute in simplicity, a beautiful wholesome
messege implyed in a way that stays with the readers heart and soul, very well written and expressed.

[Bhavya Kaushik]

This is actually a very sweet piece and brought smile to my face :)
I also saw a sense a symbolism in the poem which is very impressive as it somehow depicts reality.
Even the poem ends positively so, I really loved this one.

And yeah! the kitty in the pic is damn cute :)

[Going...going...gone!]

This is one of your best poems...as far as simplicity and ease in imagining things is concerned...one can actually see the tiny little creature playing with the wool....

At the same time, this is one of those poems of yours that has a deep hidden meaning....about how selflessly the ball of wool thinks of giving warmth and pleasure to the kitten, even after it has snapped it at several places....its euphoria of being close has gone....but its pleasure in giving away its love remains as before....Wonderful thought!

God Bless You!

[forfila]

Aweee, how sweet, deep and beautiful, really this is quite an amazing poem very well put together..
I love it.

[Tania Leigh]

I love kittens....I wish they could stay small and fuzzy :-)

Excellent imagery here, and that last stanza is precious.....this was a true pleasure to read.

[Jet Lag]

lovely philosophy. the wool could also represent a parent who ends up letting a child go off to live his or her own life. great job!

[Arienas]

Cute, it makes me happy

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LOL you have given the wool a personality and a voice! That is a wonderful talent...really. I loved this for its simplicity and truth. There is nothing as funny as watching a kitten grapple with wool, wearing itself out in the process. You have a way with inanimate objects and bring them to life so easily...well done little candle!
Helen :)

[Gary H]

I read this as a kind of philosophy. Reminded me of the time when I had a cat - he died a couple of years back at the age of 16. When he was a kitten he was so full of excitement and tricks.
Would be nice if we could all retain that innocence of just playing with balls of wool of life.....