Kenneth,
Thanks for sharing. These are wonderful poems! I am a cat lover myself so
they take on special meaning for me. I have two cats. Cats are very
interesting.
All the best,
Patrick
On Wed, Jun 25, 2014 at 11:03 AM, Kenneth Wolman <[log in to unmask]>
wrote:
> The late Douglas Clark used to do lots of cat poetry. I almost never do.
> But the current occupant of my home has inspired me by his interesting
> lifestyle. The second of the two is time-stamped because it's shortly after
> he woke me up and when I just dashed down anything.
>
> JAILBREAK
>
> The cat has gone missing. I have seen them die,
> be surrendered, but this is a first: become
> Dora the Explorer, anxious to hit the road
> (his name is not even Jack), anxious to leave
> me here between grief and fear, turned to
> anthropomorphic monsters risen from
> the imaginary sewer into the unseen
> fears from my own worst self. Is he dead?
>
> Has he found a new friend and gone a-Maying?
> He can't do much with a cat named Corinna,
> he was neutered long ago, so it's playtime,
> pure, carousing 'cross the countryside,
> smelling the roses, perhaps a dinner of mice,
> of squirrels. Who can know?
>
> A friend assures me he is a natural-born killer
> and his domestic mask is his fraud against the world,
> if he goes out he must hunt to live, and
> life is his prime directive, his mission.
> If he comes back to me it will also be his will,
> a love still pure, divorced from hunger,
> come home again because love, too, is in his will.
>
>
> JOY
>
> I do not have the words for joy
> so much misery and heartbreak
> for so long and suddenly
>
> headbutted by my lost cat
> 1:40 AM, the face staring at me
> Why are you sleeping old fart
> I am home after four days
> I am hungry there were no field-mice
> so feed me get up feed me.
>
> There are no words only crying
> holding him to me a Mary Oliver moment
> holding him to me like my very life
> depends on him
>
> for it has and does gray is dispelled
> banish misfortune indeed
> he has banished it answered prayers
> a full food dish and water all his
> my tears are my life returned
>
> colors where was only shadows and dust
> four-legged child where there was only
> the orphaned ancient child.
>
> May 22 2014, 4:21 AM
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