Little blue and white cat
Like a summer sky
Are you the only one?
Are you all alone?
See the flowering trees
Every bloom a twin of all the rest--
When they land in my hair like wandering stars,
Then I become the night sky.
Little blue and white cat
Asleep on my bed in the early morn,
At times I have felt like the only one
At times I have been so alone.
See the paintings and sculptures
Piled in the halls as numerous as magpies--
My uncle lives here.
He is as rich as he is untidy
And he has let me come to stay.
Across the courtyard
Lives my friend the zen.
She says every day is your own work of art
And her company is as warm as a kiln.
Towards noon, the blue and white cat sits on the sill and watches my rose bushes--
He is as blue as the years gone by.
He is as white as a wedding dress.
He is as unexpected and marvelous as an Italian dream.
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Fanks for writing poemtry about a cat. You get us.
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Gorgeous, gorgeous writing!
ReplyDeleteYet another beautiful poem, Shay.
ReplyDeleteThanks you, Shrinky! :-)
ReplyDeleteBosco here. My foodchick like cats, and me besht pal ish a cat...you! Yor frend, Bosco
Thank you, Mama Zen! How are things across the courtyard? :-)
Thank you Tracey. Are you really deleting "A Cup Of Coffee And A Muse?" Noooooo. I shall truly miss it.
And that sad little island is breaking my heart with its dark shades of green.
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Sorry, my last comment was perhaps a little strange. When you mentioned islands (and I've been listening to a lot Chris DeBurg lately,) that popped into my mind and onto my keyboard, and onto your blog.
ReplyDeleteIn hindsight, I should have said how lovely a poem this is.