What the Writer Sees
The lights fading embers danced upon the ragged edge of horizon, imbuing the graduating sky to oranges infused with golden shards across a pale luminescent blue. Clouds baring golden linings pierced the darkening sky above, as the first star appeared, as if coaxed from slumber.
The writer’s heart stilled, confronted by such beauty was always a profound and almost sacred moment, imbibed into memory to an effervescent pool of words and phrases not yet written. And as the moment passed, the darker sky grew quickly, stars like guests, arrived for the celebration, the glimmering chastity of the heavens. He took a slow and deeply afferent breath, to know the night, the air chilled slightly to welcome its oncoming. Then with heart filled and soul sated, he turned and went inside the house.
The cat’s lonely cry made him feel engaged, knowing that she wanted his attention and there was no other way to placate her precious soul. So he went to the kitchen to offer a small tin of sustenance, her favourite salmon in broth. She circled him purring, round and round against his legs, her plush tail whipping by as if not to follow her elegant path. Then the offering placed neatly on the floor was devoured with great feline pleasure.
At the table the blank screen of his laptop beckoned, and the flashing cursor like road lights at works unfinished, drew his mind into the dark mire of beginnings. He smiled wryly and with two fingers armed, began to type.
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The soothing comforts that fall before us, move us closer to our pen, or keyboard. What becomes of the palette before us, is determined by the thoughts and measure of a single day. Beauty from the clouds, mountain ranges, lighting bolts, pouring rain, clapping of thunder and more. All these things move a poet’s soul. Then to feel the welcome of our furry animal friends as we enter our abode is a comfort beyond measure. They too need our loving attention, we provide it with our kindness and our food. My Tabby loved salmon as well, it was a treat fit for him his majesty, my feline KING. lol
Well both know what it is to be a slave to our feline friends. lol Glad you enjoyed this piece of life on paper. Thank you my friend.
Oh! I love this story, Tony. You give a warm visual insight into a few moments of the writer. Your portrayal of the Cat is so vivid I can almost hear her purring. Delightful.
Well both know what it is to be a slave to our feline friends. lol Glad you enjoyed this piece of life on paper. Thank you my friend.
Thanks Phyllis, glad you enjoyed; my cat is my best friend and together we face all that comes. Take care.
Loved this being a cat owner and lover myself!
Thanks Jackie, yes we do love cat masters. Lol Glad you enjoyed.
Excellent! A little soul refreshing thanks to the wonders of Heaven and Earth, and of course, the simple companionship of a loving pet. That’s sometimes all it takes to light our creative fires.
Well done, Tony!
Thanks Bill, glad you appreciated the work my friend. Cheers!
Well, I am certainly late reading this, Tony, so I apologise. The new format of the site, however, allows these older posts to still be noticed and read. I thoroughly enjoyed this and can relate easily. A good depiction of what the writer sees.
Glad you enjoyed it John. Cheers!