Psychic Fur Balls

Some days
I'm just poemed out.
Blank screen between the ears.

by Robert Charles Howard Click to read full poem

Comments about Psychic Fur Balls

Elysabeth Faslund 25 Jul 2007 12:59
Well, you do have to admit that some poems are regurgitation...even the 'Great's' had their poetic stomach's full of mats and hairballs at times. Then had the nerve to publish them, and they're being taught in schools! ! But, not when I teach those poets in a week from now. Ways to get around everything! Great! Elysabeth
Gregory Gunn 07 Feb 2007 02:42
Ah, those PHLEGMatic moments of creativity! Hack 'n' Roll!
Chuck Audette 29 Dec 2006 01:20
Fun one. Glad the metaphor didn't go the other way, I hate cleaning the litter box. -chuck
Esther Leclerc 01 Oct 2006 05:04
Wellllll, you know how cats make fur balls, doncha? I need help, and if this is the answer, guess I'll have to start licking myself silly! Wait... are you talking about dreck? heehee Esther : ]
Scarlett Treat 13 Sep 2006 01:40
Hack, Hack, Patooie! ! You did this so well!
Anna Russell 09 Sep 2006 05:07
Yup, I know the feeling well. I love how you've articulated it - and that is one fantastic title. Hugs Anna xxx
Jerry Hughes 07 Sep 2006 06:05
Robert, I relate emphatically...
Francesca Johnson 31 Aug 2006 12:38
Great.....I really liked this one. The imagery was......er.......almost Tom and Jerry! Love, Fran xx
Sandra Fowler 31 Aug 2006 12:12
Delightful, Robert. And so original! Kindest regards, Sandra
John Tiong Chunghoo 30 Aug 2006 11:17
it is so true. good one.