20051130

Poem Cat

this was the very first poem I ever posted on my blog and how it got its name so I thought I'd post it again.

Like velvet syrup
Cat pours down from the shelf
A delicate paw
Ruffling feathers of water silk

A poem wrote this cat
Dipping its self in the cream of her fur
Painting delicate whiskers
On a half seen face

Poem Cat concerns herself with the universe
She tiptoes across the keyboard
To a meeting of great minds
Leaving the dream of cornflower eyes
In jumbles of consenants and vowels

13 Comments:

Blogger EATING POETRY said...

I can taste this poem.

Now I know what you mean in your intro., when you say poem cat controls you.

Thanks for republishing this!

3:19 AM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

roger Stevens is right. Publish your stuff. It really does have (unlike mine) a commercial feel to it (and no that is not an insult but a compliment). Witty. Warm. Entralling.

8:55 AM  
Blogger Carbanion Tolodine said...

I love it more than the first time i read it. With this, we go back to the begining of your blog and a begining is always a delicate moment. And this one was a beautiful one.

Bye, take care of yourself.

6:51 PM  
Blogger Roger Stevens said...

Hey - I'm right! Hurrah!!!

Have just been reading this and the last few poems. They are becoming quite accomplished.

And this is a very nice poem. Cat pouring down from the shelf.

Haven't been around for a while, Just very busy. But the last school visit's been done and now a couple of weeks to write. Bliss!

Hope you're well.

XXX

1:09 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

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5:42 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Eating Poetry thank-you and I hope it tasted nice, poem cats tend to taste how they feel, can I put your link up it helps me to remember to look

CJ I'm sure your Tales of F--S-- has great comercial potential, I also mean that as a compliment. I could see it as a sit com equally, but thanks for being so sweet. I am thinking about it but every time I nearly get there something happens, in this case the simultanious colapse of dishwasher (yes I know I could live without) and eldests lap to which give he like me can't read his own writing is more of a problem. Not to mention the silly season is upon us, but one day.

Carba thank-you I'm sure the poem cat would aprove.

Roger I'm great thanks and thanks, my kids will tell you I'm never right so I just wondered what it felt like. I've been essaying again grr, but did manage to sqeeze in a little writing for pleasure. Two weeks sheer luxury, still just three more essays to freedom, then I'm gonna finish writing my kids fantasy novel yipee!

5:48 PM  
Blogger Pincushion said...

You have such a unique and distinct style..a distinct personality that poemcat IS you!
:))

4:14 PM  
Blogger Shubhodeep said...

i don't have words enough to express my delight:
but the best i can do is -- lovely!

4:25 PM  
Blogger Brood Mode said...

this is very different work! loved it

8:26 AM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

Sweet? Me? I'm the horrid, spitting punk dontcha know? (he he).
I wasn't being sweet just for the sake of it, you really should apply yourself. Speak to the old Dodger chappie. I'm confident he would assist.
As for Fekenham, Cybil sends her best regards.
x

4:45 PM  
Blogger Queen Neetee said...

LOVE THIS!
What a visual and verbal delight. You work the senses with this one in the most soft and purrrfect way possible. Like C.J. said, "Publish your stuff." I agree with him 100%!

P.S. Hurry over to my page. I have used the words you gave me for my new story. They were just what I needed.
Thank you!
:)

6:24 AM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

Pincusion Purrrfectly true ( shushh I think It heard)

Shubhodeepone nice word is enough

Broodmode I go with the mood, thankyou

Send Cybil mine

Q Neetee, I did and very much enjoyed

7:55 PM  
Blogger GEL said...

I'm glad you reposted this. I love reading the inspiration for your name and blog. I'm delighted to have found you through "leap-blogging" from blogroll lists.
Your words are the farthest from a "jumble of consonants and vowels." You consistently create a lingusitic symphony.

6:41 AM  

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