Day: February 4, 2022

I wish my little cat were still at home

Katherine's avatarHow my heart sings

Photo1502Photo1496Photo1495Photo1483The cat is watching youAfter so much sun, the cold returns
My feet are blue,  my nose runs like a tap
For the warmer months my dear heart yearns

I wish I had a real fire, wood to burn
A hotter kind of dog that never yaps
After joyous sun, the cold returns

Still, I  have much craft that I would learn.
A guide to navigate the poet’s map
For the warmer months my  body yearns

I wish my little cat were still  at home
To lie down side me while I take a nap
After  cheering sun, the cold returns

In the summer woods, I sing alone
I hate  my diary, calendar, all traps
For the warmth of love my  body yearns

In each  heart there is at least one crack
Where light gets in and  lights up what was black
After so much sun, the cold returns
But warmer times will come…

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Kindred Matters

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Snowy blanket rapture and fawn,

felt like MA, looked gray, bleak,

lightéd sky, sufficient enough,

my car’s reproach gurgle, cough,

in the market, wan, periphery

colors, and wasted human bodies,

the lane empty, stipends pay

nary enough for this, and a voice

rings out, like 1738 cobblestone

masses, horses ca-chunking,

listen to the birth of us in Ohio,

a carriage into the huddled hands,

poor and migrant, new life bellow,

stupefied my head, replenish my

heart, and I will be careful in the

snow, and I will have a nice day,

and I would like to save $5, and

I thank you for helping me if,

yet, you will never know, and

the car waited, no tsk, no neigh,

click’d and beaut, awash with

glee, transfixed on care, to a

home melted, safe as you say,

t’home I sprang, alee and away

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Mary’s dreams

For my brother,Mike
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Mary dreamed she was riding her bicycle.She was going up a hill and then approaching a very complicated roundabout.
How can I look at the map when I am riding my bike,she asked herself.

Anyway, I don’t have a map and I’ve never been here before.She looked down and saw she was wearing some dark blue denim culottes and red suede knee high boots with laces.
I don’t remember buying these,she thought.She felt quite hot even though she wore only an olive needle-cord coat over a Breton T shirt.
Goodness me, she cried.I look smart.
Her spectacles clouded over as she was sweating.How will I know where to turn off when I don’t know where I am or where I am going to.
When she woke up she filled Stan’s beer tankard with tea.
What a lot of tea,miaowed Emile.
I thought it saves carrying the tea pot. I’m going to go back to bed as I feel a bit peculiar.
You have got a fleece nightgown on.Maybe you are too hot,he replied.
I am trying to save money on the heating,Mary answered.I see I can save even more money by buying 2 pairs of Hotters sandals for £97.Usually they are £127.
That saves £30,the clever animal informed her.
I think it’s quite misleading,Mary answered .It only saves money if you were already planning to buy them.I have such strange feet I don’t like to bare them.
Do you wear shoes in bed with a boyfriend.Emile asked.
I’ve not got a boyfriend.Emile.
But if you did?
Well.you know, an older man might not wish to go to bed with me.He might like just sitting on the sofa holding my hand and kissing me.
OK said ,Emile.It sounds a trifle boring to me.
Don’t be so cheeky, Emile.Talking to me is not boring.
No, he said, but it’s nice running up and down your legs in bed.
I could hardly expect a man to do that.He might injure me.
It was just a kind of example,he replied nervously.
Suddenly the back door opened and in ran Annie from next door.She was wearing a mustard coloured track suit and orange trainers with matching lip gloss.
What a horrible colour,Mary cried.
It’s the in colour now,Annie said kindly.I am getting my hair dyed too.
Bright yellow is better,Mary told her.Except it attracts insects.
Insects,I don’t want those.How are you,dear.You look flushed, she responded emotionally.
No wonder. I’ve been cycling all night in my dreams.Why can’t I dream of motor bikes?
Don’t ask me,Annie told her.I am utterly ignorant.Do you need therapy?
I don’t think so,Mary answered.I need to know where I am going.Do I decide or is it my Inner Wisdom or Higher Power.I could use higher power on that bike.
Just take it one rotation at a time, Annie murmured.
I thought it was one step.Mary answered
You can’t take a step on a bike.
I suppose not.But I could ride up a step on the bike.
Don’t ride up a step ladder,Anne advised.How would you get down again?
Let’s have some coffee,Mary cried.Here we are ,the kettle is boiling.
Let’s just sit and brood.
But don’t ruminate,purred Emile.It makes you ill.
Just let your mind go blank.
And so I did.