Being lost is scary; exploring is exciting. Whether we are doing one, the other, or both at any given time is a matter of perspective.

I gave my cat a violin 
That she could learn to play; 
She turned away in silence, so -  
Perhaps some other day?

If you’ve ever had your heart broken, chances are it still is.

I wish that I was Superman 
So strong and so bright-suited... 
Although it might get tiring 
To always be


Advising people to get over grief is like telling them they should learn to breathe water.

Love me in the morning-time, 
Love me in the evening, 
Love me in the afternoon, 
And when I'm lost and dreaming -- 

Love me like you mean to love 
Ever intensifying; 
And I will love you, too, out past 
Mere things like dying

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

8 thoughts on “Scattegoria”

  1. ‘Advising people to get over grief is like telling them they should learn to breathe water’ – Wow. What a comparison. And so apt.

  2. I’ve seen cats playing piano, but never violin. I think they have too strong an affinity with the catgut strings which, incidentally, are made from the intestines of sheep!

  3. The phrase “out past mere things like dying” really hit me. Lovely. Love never ends just because someone changes form, or disappears, or whatever you believe happens.

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