Little wizard, killer of lizards,
How I miss your keen kittenness,
Your quiet nudge hello on your walk past,
Your tail placed reassuringly on my foot;
You owning me.
How I miss your keen kittenness,
Your quiet nudge hello on your walk past,
Your tail placed reassuringly on my foot;
You owning me.
In the midst of my deepest grief
-The Fight: ten years of grief-
I feel I let you fall through the cracks
Like a lot of my other poetry.
I feel I let you fall through the cracks
Like a lot of my other poetry.
Espresso cups of patience we have,
Me and your brother.
Not the best hunters.
Not like you.
You knew what you were
And you were exactly,
Unapologetically, that
Cat.
Cat.
I love the poetic devices in the first stanze i.e. wizard/lizard, keen kittenness, etc. For me it feels very playful and light, but then takes a very serious tone in the second stanza with grief, and I feel regret....for letting the cat 'fall through the cracks'.
ReplyDeleteI really relate, it reminds me of the sweetest bird I had and how during difficult times I felt like I'd let her down. I felt self-absorbed because I was overwhelmed, and I felt so much regret because I felt I was living up the amount of care she deserved.
How do you equate this cat with your poetry? Having let both of them fall through the cracks...? Is poetry also something you feel you need to nurture and appreciate that you sometimes lose sight of in difficult times?
I love the line 'espresso cups of patience', because I've also used the metaphor of coffee in my poetry, it is something that is sort of fundamental to my existence (and most peoples) lol. Gives us patience, drive, soothing. I love that imagery. And animals are just themselves, unapologetically....so who are we? These things riddled with self doubt?