Often this issue is faced when you are commenting for the first time on that particular day ... once you comment on a blog, you won't face the issue again until you log off :-)
I don't know why but this reminded me of T.S. Eliot and his poem 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock'. It was a part of my syllabus and one of the main metaphors (or personification, or some literary device I'm too sleepy to name) of the poem was the cat-like afternoon, gliding lazily across the streets, stretching and resting against a window pane. Prufrock is an old bachelor, afraid to commit but desperately wanting to. And the classic refrain,
"In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo." - aka the crowd.
The imagery fits in really well, you see. Beautifully penned. :)
A sad picture...
ReplyDeleteAnd just realised! The tone of our blogs looks identical - Black and white. (Although I have some reds too)
Yet cheers!
Thanks Satya :-) And yes, the tone looks similar now :-D
Deletea picture of melancholy....penned to perfection
ReplyDeleteThank You DG :-)
Deletea very poignant image. Animals are indeed the true companions
ReplyDeletei think there is some issue with blogger for my comments hardly go through in the first attempt. I always have to resubmit.
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Often this issue is faced when you are commenting for the first time on that particular day ... once you comment on a blog, you won't face the issue again until you log off :-)
DeleteSad but a nice haiku :)
ReplyDeleteOh wow! Again :)
ReplyDeleteThank You Soumya :-)
DeletePoignant. I can just see the cat listening. Awesome haiku!
ReplyDeleteThanks Kathy :-)
DeleteHow very sad! Beautifully written, as always!
ReplyDeleteThank You Saru :-)
DeleteI had an uncle like that ... rip, uncle pawlie ... :)
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DeleteI don't know why but this reminded me of T.S. Eliot and his poem 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock'. It was a part of my syllabus and one of the main metaphors (or personification, or some literary device I'm too sleepy to name) of the poem was the cat-like afternoon, gliding lazily across the streets, stretching and resting against a window pane. Prufrock is an old bachelor, afraid to commit but desperately wanting to. And the classic refrain,
ReplyDelete"In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo." - aka the crowd.
The imagery fits in really well, you see. Beautifully penned. :)
That's a wonderful poem ... thanks so much for sharing :-)
DeleteI have to go look for this poem, sounds wonderful.
DeleteSad, but with the hope of finding a kindred spirit, I think... 'sole cat listens'
ReplyDeleteThanks Nimi :-)
DeleteMaybe he's a soul cat!
ReplyDeleteNice haiku.
Beautiful! Vivid.
ReplyDeleteVery vivid and beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteThank You :-)
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