Oh, Cat

Oh, cat,
I envy you,
For your careless play.
When the most important thing to you,
Is what you will eat tonight.

Oh, cat,
I envy you,
For your silent paws.
Padding around on cat errands,
About the house.

Oh, cat,
I envy you,
For your simple pleasures.
Like laying on a sun-warmed floor,
Or feeling a hand run down your back.

Oh, cat,
I envy you,
For your playful leaps,
About the rooms of your home.
Chasing dust motes or batting at string.

Oh, cat,
How I envy you,
For your ignorance.
You don’t know envy,
And in this you are free.

Copyright 2008 by Rebecca Norman

The One by the Wall

She is the one who sits by the wall,
lips blood-red,
she wants to be dead,
She thinks she can hear the call.

She is the one with the knife in her hand,
points it at her chest,
for eternal rest,
her hourglass runs out of sand.

She is the one with the glassy blank stare,
eyes of ice blue,
looking at you,
Touch her only if you dare.

She is the one who has nothing left,
long gone are they,
with nothing to say,
they left her bereft.

She is the one, the one by the wall,
pale freezing skin;
she can't hear the din,
as her heart strives to answer the call.

Copyright 2008 by Rebecca Norman

Stars

Scattered like glass,
Across a velvet sky,
Float through the night,
Broken and falling,
Sleepily crawling,
Going towards the light.

Spread out like sand,
Along black beaches,
Fly through the air,
Speed ever more quickly,
Though some are pale, sickly,
They fall through the night’s tears.

Shining as diamonds,
Hidden in dark rock,
Fade from my sight,
Out comes the sun,
Day has begun,
The stars do not try to fight.

Picture-perfect dawn,
On the canvas of clouds,
Reach out if you dare,
Look up at the sunrise,
Watch as the bird flies,
Softly, without a care.

Copyright 2008 by Rebecca Norman

Blood

Shining red like wet rose petals,
It glistens on the wall,
It covers me like a blanket,
I lick it off of my lips.
Salty, like ocean air,
White faces all around me,
The faces of the dead.
Blood on them too,
And on the floor,
And the dagger in my hand.
Shimmer in the moonlight,
Scarlet like the dying sun,
Blood.

Copyright 2008 by Rebecca Norman