Death of a Cat

So this work is VERY philosophical.

'Did Curiosity kill the cat,
and can we ever know?' I had an 'ah ha' Eureka moment when I was reading this.
It clicked in my brain and actually made me think about the question.

I like the lack of punctuation in this piece because it makes it strangely easier to read, as with:
Curiosity searched
and would not stop
until she found
(she did)
and yet
she still is framed
for killing
the very thing
she made alive.

A suggestion for improvement: don't cut SO many sentences in half, such as:
Was she a girl of
seven and pigtails

Cos it can be a lil bit annoying to keep jumping around.

Aside from that...
Gooooooooooooooooooood.

Well done.

This is a very cool and interesting poem. I love that it opens up an idea that I haven't thought of, and that most other people haven't. The way you changed curiosity from a verb to a live person was great.

You use some good descriptive language that makes one ponder about what it is you're trying to say, but it's not overwhelming or over burdening. It's sad the cat dies, but I love how you put it,

"she had killed him
(by keeping him alive)."

Great contrast. I enjoyed this very much.

Thank you fictional!

Hi there,

So I actually read this over a couple of times and I think I understand it the more I read it. It's a lot deeper than just a simple everyday poem which is always a good thing.

I loved this here:

'Blue roses grew
within irises bleak,
hued like pure soil
and trying to speak'

I think the imagery is really good and you should consider extended this kind of detail throughout the rest of the poem.

I love how you've personified curiosity as an actual person, and given in lifelike qualities. I don't think I've ever seen that before in a poem and that kind of originality is hard to kind.

If I'm honest, I really like it I think it just needs to be read out aloud and re-drafted to make the structure a little more coherent and consistent. The idea is really good, and it's got really good potential it's just the execution of the idea is maybe a little wobbly.

Keep writing though and I'll read whatever you post,

H.L.P

Hey fictional, Subtle here for a review! Wow...I must say this is a strange poem, but I like the idea behind it. It is quite interesting that you've taken the phrase 'curiosity killed the cat' and shaped it into a poem! I'd imagine that would be quite hard, so well done on writing this!

Now, let's get on with some technical things.

Did Curiosity kill the cat,
and can we ever know?

Was she a girl of
seven and pigtails
Who went to cross a road one day
And met a cat
who'd gone astray
And given him a home to play
and thrive in,
a tiger
of mischief
and love?

Irises hued like
dirt for growing
roses of blue.

Curiosity searched
and would not stop
until she found
(she did)
and yet
she still is framed
for killing
the very thing
she made alive.