(ad)ventures in poetry
The floor's cat-less, The couch is bare. There's no Buddy, Only Buddy hair. There's no need now To block the stairs, And still I step Over empty air. And every hour And everywhere, I look around And no Buddy's there.
We had to put Buddy to sleep two days ago. He was a wonderfully low-key cat, perfect for our low-key family. He inspired a number of poems (see my Nobody like Buddy collection). Peace to our ♥s!
Pick up your wand.
Tap your black hat.
Say the magic word.
Pull out a…cat?
Put away the wand.
Get rid of the hat.
Make Abracadabra
The name of your cat.
Poem title from chapter 48 of poemcrazy by Susan G. Wooldridge.
I now have a grandcat, as my two daughters living in Chicago have adopted a black cat they’ve named Bean. 🐈⬛ Peace to your ♥!
NaPoWriMo22 Day 2 — As with past Aprils, I find myself writing more than the minimum this month, making up for my non-writing the rest of the year. Here are three from today, the first in response to the prompt at napowrimo.net: “to write a poem based on a word featured in a tweet from Haggard Hawks, an account devoted to obscure and interesting English words.” I chose the word kiddle, to embrace warmly, caress.
No Kiddling
A peck on the cheek I don’t mind,
Holding hands is perfectly fine,
But smooching and groping
And groping and smooching
In public is crossing the line!
This next poem is doubly inspired. After reading the poem David wrote (check it out at The Skeptic’s Kaddish) in response to his friend Muri’s Poetry Scavenger Hunt, I decided to join in. For my response to her first prompt–to write a bob and wheel poem–I used the word spree from David’s poem as my jumping off point.
Out of Bounds
Trust me—
every spree, binge or tear
ends with some misery:
a small drop of despair,
sometimes an entire sea.
Finally, a follow-up to my cat poem from yesterday. Peace to your ♥!
More Felines
Post-
script
to note
how not-nice
I feel—darn cat at
my ankles, cat teeth on my calf.
A
few
lines to
note how nice
it feels—warm cat on
my shoulder, cat breath on my cheek.
NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 1 — Taking my prompt today from Writer’s Digest April PAD Challenge, to write an F-title poem. It just happened that the fib form was a fine fit for this piece. Peace to your ♥!
I’ve written many poems about my family’s cat. Here’s another one for the collection. Peace to your ♥ !
Catalog Of virtuous traits, Buddy has a few. He’s happy rising at five-thirty, too, From what I can tell, and he doesn’t smell, Or not often. He eats the same dry food Day in, day out, with a good cattitude And doesn’t ignore the bits on the floor. He endures all sorts of indignities: Being cooed at; being swaddled when he’s Getting his nails clipped; having liquid dripped On his neck, for fleas, without his consent; And, for hairballs, his paw smeared with ointment. He’s content to nap on anyone’s lap But snubbed, accepts his fate with feline grace. Likewise when the four girls get in his face— No angry meow. And finally, how Handsome he is, and low-key, just like us. In our book, Buddy’s an A+++. © Stephanie Malley NaPoWriMo20 Day 29 - Write a paean to your pet. Thank you to Maureen Thorson at NaPoWriMo.net for the prompt.
If you’ve spent any length of time with a cat, you’ll know what I mean. Peace to your ♥ !
Obscene Buddy’s washing is a work of art Except for the x-rated parts, Those times he pauses, leg held high, Exposing [xxxx] to the naked eye. I don’t begrudge him his routine, But still, I wish he’d keep it clean. © Stephanie Malley
Buddy has perfected the art of sleeping. He’ll rise from his basket, stretch, wander into the kitched for a bite to eat and drink, then head back to his basket for a well-deserved rest. I’m jealous. Peace to your ♥ !
Morning Prayer for Mice Bless this cat. Bless this house. Bless us, each And every mouse. Buddy hunts With feline mettle But only for A place to settle. Give us this day Our mice hijinks While Buddy catches Forty winks. © Stephanie Malley
Buddy is an indoor cat, though he doesn’t have unlimited use of the house. The steps leading upstairs are blocked off by a piece of cardboard he could jump over if he were smart enough to realize it. He also gets put down the basement at night, where he has a number of comfortable sleeping options, among them the top of a canvas suitcase. Sometimes he’s so ready to call it a day, he waits by the basement door for one of his people to accompany him downstairs for his nightly brushing; other times we have to gently tip him off the chair he’s snoozing on. Rough life!
Peace to your ♥!
Interior Cat Who needs an interior decorator When you have an interior cat? Our Buddy’s classic cat design Looks good on anything flat. Why get caught up in color schemes And matching this hue or that? Every rug, afghan and throw pillow Goes well with our black-and-white cat. Why spend money on knickknacks That just gather dust on the shelf? No china cat compares with ours; He practically cleans himself. © Stephanie Malley
There’s a fine line between “pet me” and “hands off,” but only Buddy knows where that line is, and most days, he’s not telling. Peace to your ♥ !
Catnip
Everything’s good. He’s peaceful and calm.
His presence is soothing. His purring is balm.
I could lie here with Buddy for hours on end,
But suddenly, somehow, we’re no longer friends.
He’s swatting at me with claws that need clipping
And baring his teeth for a bout of cat nipping.
What a fickle, despicable thing to do!
Suddenly, somehow, it’s high time I shoo.
© Stephanie Malley
It’s a good thing cats aren’t predisposed to big egos; if all the admiration went to Buddy’s head, it would be enormous. Peace to your ♥ !
A Cat’s Home is His Castle
The cushion on the bookshelf is His Royal Highness’ throne,
And Buddy, when he reigns there, is seldom all alone.
One subject comes to shake his paw; the next, to stroke his fur;
A third to scratch behind his ears in hopes to hear him purr.
The final subject simply sits and gazes at his face,
As though to etch each whisker in her memory just in case
Some unexpected Act of Man hitherto unknown
Should erase the hundred photos of King Buddy from her phone.
© Stephanie Malley
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