December 3, 2009

i return
from no word spoken

like a cat
you gave up on.

out of the wood
into the day

tail dancing
with gratitude.

13 Responses to “”

  1. Polar Says:

    ‘out of the wood
    into the day
    tail dancing
    with gratitude’

    Exactly how my two rescue cats suckered me into taking them home.

    Very nice piece. Calming with a surprise. Well wishes to you & give Buddy a biscuit from me.

  2. qazse Says:

    to Paul and Polar (and the rest of you)

    like the full moon
    your presence takes me back
    to the old days:

    watching for comments
    like packages
    on the doorstep

    warm boxes, love boxes
    full of smart words
    hops and barley

    legitimacy delivered –
    sphere cred – i belong!

    my blogroll is my we,
    a constellation of dreamers
    holding hands in space

    thank you for holding my hand

  3. bloglily Says:

    aw. that’s the loveliest ode to the pleasure of the comment! xoxovvv (hugs, kisses and handholding)

  4. pauline Says:

    Never give up on a cat… glad to see you back.

  5. howard Says:

    i second the welcome back sentiment. the world feels just that much less screwed up when unwrapping one of your poems.

  6. qazse Says:

    PS to Polar

    How can one resist
    the lure of a kitty
    who wants to be picked

    I gave Buddy a biscuit in your name. I felt like a missionary.


  7. qazse Says:

    bloglily – Thank you! You were one of my very first commenters. You have always been so positive and sweet – an early inspiration and a treasured blog friend.

    I feel like I have jumped back into a familiar and friendly lake where writing is swimming…

    pauline – that is so true. We are sometimes cats hiding in our keyboards. Thank you for your continued friendship and regard. Your comments have always given me validation.

    howard – when I think about it, your poetic comment could be said about all of us. A haiku, a picture of one’s garden, a recipe, a disclosure shared, a literary reference… it is all very humanizing. A profound thank you my Pennsylvania homeboy. I do think we should meet up some Tuesday night at For Pete’s Sake on South Front Street. My brother runs a Quizzo every Tuesday. (I could then hand deliver the written poems I had promised).

    z-freek – you romantic polymath – thank you my friend!

  8. fencer Says:

    Hi qazse,

    A little more, belated, appreciation for this poem. Besides its precise telling of a moment, it reminds me of a cat of three colors, Ginger, who adopted us in northern BC when I was a kid…


  9. qazse Says:

    Hey fencer, glad it brought you back to Ginger. Cats are such lovely creatures. I would guess you had some larger species of cat in the mountains of BC. Best.

    PS – I recall you liking a poem I wrote about cats chasing fallen grapes on the kitchen floor, thinking them green mice.

  10. fencer Says:

    Hey qazse,

    I like even your reference to that poem, quite an evocative image…

    It seems like you’re back writing with renewed energy. Great!


  11. qazse Says:

    Hey fencer, Thank you! I am not sure how back I am. I think I will be back when I start visiting my blogroll. Best.

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