a few ways to know anything

[Dave]

a few ways to know anything

Drop a cat down a well.
Listen to the emptiness behind
the blank stare of the eye
as the waters close over.  
Or leave a window open
to a rain filled afternoon.
After, slip on the wet creeping
towards the kitchen door.
A reflection is the void
in character in search of itself
and wisdom ends

when it stands back
to admire itself.

[Tim J Brennan]

...the cat eye image had me from the start. Brighter than deer eyes.  Did you know cats can see things w/only one-sixth the light humans need?  

...water image is carried nicely through, back to the eye again w/"reflection"


Enjoyed reading this.

Your title looks naked w/o any capital letters. Definitely doesn't need to be there as part of the poem, if it is.  

[Granda]

Can't help agreeing with TJB. The title isn't directing my eyes to the poem, like a fence in the foreground of a photograph leading us further in. 

I also wondered if a comma tween 'wet' and 'creeping' would make it scan better?

Thought provoking poem. 

[Dave]

Thanks for the comments. Not married to the title but no other ideas for the moment. Tim i had something along the lines of cats amazing sight just not the details.

[Tim J Brennan]

Thanks for the comments. Not married to the title but no other ideas for the moment. Tim i had something along the lines of cats amazing sight just not the details.

...don't mind the title, Dave. Not what I'm saying. It needs to be capitalized properly as a Title, but removed as the first line of the poem.