I Wait Like the Cat

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I wait again the coming of spring.

It flirts like a caged canary singing

to the crouching cat.

I wait ready to pounce, to devour

should the latch ever loose its hold

upon the cage

then, like the cat, I will take my fill

in one calculated leap and

drag the flirting bird to the table

of my discontent,

I will sun my belly in the warmth that feeds

my anxious soul

and then, stuff Winter into the vacant cage.

Come spring and decorate my plate!

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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

Spring is flirtatious, all right! Down here we're drinking in its abundant rains - some too much, accompanied by storms and tornados - too devastating. But in anticipation of our scorching, dry summer to follow, we do devour the abundance and let summer fend for itself when it arrives on schedule.

It's good to embrace spring. It's just the anticipation of summer's contrast that eats at spring's nourishment. The need is to homogenize the seasons' disparate gifts, perhaps.

Your intensity and passion make great poetry. I hope you stay awhile. I've missed you so.


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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

to be missed, reason enough to go and then return. You remain, however, reason enough to come again.


CJ Sledgehammer 4 years ago

Boy, you captured my very thoughts in this poem, and I, too, am eagerly awaiting the unfolding of spring. I have had a serious case of cabin-fever this winter and I need to step out into the great outdoors in the worst of ways.

I never liked poetry myself, Allan, but I have had so much fun reading yours that I decided to try it for myself. I found it to be both challenging, fruitful, and fun. In fact, the only Hubs I have written are poems (thus far) and I blame you for this turn of events! :0)

I pray that all is well with you and yours.

Best wishes, behave, and be well - C.J. Sledgehammer


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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

Lovely compliment. Thank you. I'd remain in some sense even if it weren't right here.

Freedom to come and go - and to remain or return as needed - is what lends meaning to things.

Your fans need you to return!


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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

I shall make a point to peruse my fault and take the credit if it is due. If not I will refuse complicity.


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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

you entice, by meandering through my meadow like some soft tricking water that dances at the ear. I loose attention to it and forget why I have come.


CJ Sledgehammer 4 years ago

"I shall make a point to peruse my fault and take the credit if it is due. If not I will refuse complicity." - ARB

Sounds good, Allan. If you don't like what you see, you can deny ever having known me and you can also deny that this conversation ever took place. :0)

Peace be with you and yours - C.J. Sledgehammer


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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

I'll hush! Far be it from me to meander and trickle and dance and, and - all that!


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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

I have been listening to the hush which you have left behind. What is it about the quiet, that is anything but quiet?


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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

sh-h-h-h- - - :-)

Remember:

'Are two who' re fluent in it

Enough to make a language?'


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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

Is there a lively, noisy mouse in here?


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cat on a soapbox 4 years ago from Los Angeles

What a pleasure to see you here, Arb. I've missed you!

I hope Spring brings you long-awaited sustenance.


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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

Hi Cat! What a lovely response and welcome back! Thank you.


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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

apparently so(:


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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

The cheese has vanished!


CJ Sledgehammer 4 years ago

Alan, thank you for taking the time to read some of my "poems" and for giving me valuable feedback.

What I want to know, is will you take me on as your worthy apprentice? Or, must I hold my head in shame? :0)

I just checked out some books from the library on poetry. It is still a very mysterious world to me, but I would like to "branch out" and explore other forms.

If you have any thoughts on where I should begin, or if you could render any tips, I would very much appreciate it.

Best wishes, behave, and be well - C.J. Sledgehammer


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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

Apprentices need masters and therefore, I rather steer you to yourself. That is where poetry is born. I read others and marvel at what was said, how they said it and then wonder? Did they feel the same about mine? What poetry does for me, is it says what I feel and think as no one else can, for no one else is me. Reading other poetry is the best place to start. Check out nellianas poetry on hub pages. As you value mine, so I value hers. Having said that I would be happy to assist anyway I can. Remember though, you are the only audience your poetry must ever please. You are the ink that runs through your veins to the pen that bleeds on the pages before you!


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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

AMEN! Alan, that is IT!

I had opportunity to be a judge for poetry in a Hubpage " Patron of the Arts" contest for prose, poetry and photography earlier this year and when asked my philosophy about writing poetry and with what gauge I'd judge it - those were essentially what I said.

CJ, It must flow from within you, bringing your own kind of music or beat to words which reflects YOURS. If you're grand, it will be grand. If you're restrained, it will be restrained. That is what gives it LIFE, and that's really all it has to give the reader: something unique & one-of-a-kind: YOU. The subjects will be all your own when you choose them. Even if it is just how you see a tulip or how you feel about a national event or a view of the big picture: - your choices and your own feelings, thoughts and expressions of them. A fleeting stream of light or a shadow on the wall may inspire you to put pen to paper. Then let the rest write itself. (it helps if words are spelled right and grammar is reasonable! haha)

You must just start writing. You won't be shot down. But if you don't start letting it flow, - - sadly, it won't.


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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

. . . ever really noticed how hard it is to write with a mouthful of cheese? (glug, glug)


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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

you have to zwig the wine a little faster!


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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

I didn't have proper training obviously. Thanks. Will try to get the hang of it.

G'night, Alan.


CJ Sledgehammer 4 years ago

"You are the ink that runs through your veins to the pen that bleeds on the pages before you!" - Alan

I think what I am hearing you say is that I need to discover my own voice and my own style.

It will take some time, but I'm game!

Thanks Alan.


CJ Sledgehammer 4 years ago

Dear Nellieanna"

You said:

"CJ, It must flow from within you, bringing your own kind of music or beat to words which reflects YOURS. If you're grand, it will be grand. If you're restrained, it will be restrained. That is what gives it LIFE, and that's really all it has to give the reader: something unique & one-of-a-kind: YOU."

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Wow. With mentoring like this how can I go wrong!!!

Thank you, Nellieanna, upon Alan's recommendation, I will have to pay you a visit and see how a real pro does things. :0)

Best wishes and be well - C.J. Sledgehammer


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Nellieanna 4 years ago from TEXAS

I'm far from a pro; just a poet and thinker who allows well-loved language to flow forth and express heart , mind and soul, being respectful of such truth as I know, tuned to a sense of beauty & rhythm and filtered through experience. Poetry is quite subjective by nature, but in my opinion, it must to pay respect to that beyond itself. Some poetry goes too far to either extreme: too personal or attempting too much objectivity. It needs to touch the heart, mind, soul and senses of others if it is to have value beyond the poet's own need for catharsis.

Thank you, Alan and CJ. Alan is more the expert here. He's modest, but his work shows he's not only a good poet but an outstanding thinker, as you surely know. That said, it's high time my advice conclude!

I'm going to look further into your hubs, which I notice are worthwhile in nature!


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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

Be careful CJ! She looks, she smiles, her eyes they twinkle and then! You are her captive.


CJ Sledgehammer 4 years ago

Too late, Alan, I am already being pulled in. :0)


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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

intoxicating!


ExoticHippieQueen 4 years ago

Hi Arb............how completely awesome is your poem! I don't say that to too many people, I'm a picky one. Loved your imagery and how you put it together!


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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

Thanks for coming by! Visited your sight. Me thinks you to be a dangerous women or perhaps one that simply wants to be. At the very least, you spin a fun fabric. Btw, my daughter lives in lincoln park. Just spent 3 weeks out there. What a glorious city!


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Rosemay50 4 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

Love your poem but I am green with envy.

Someone is guilty of leaving the cage door open here. As you are heading into spring, it is autumn here, in another couple of weeks I think I will be hibernating until spring comes around again.


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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

Hi Rosemay! Yes, New Zealand and the coming of Winter! Spring has finally come to the Oregon Mountains and I begin to sun my belly! Thanks for reading and for commenting. Winter is a good time to write, I think. Hibernation fills us with dreams and dreams always find thier way to pen! I will pray it so and look forward to reading what people dream about in New Zealand.


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Rosemay50 4 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

Now theres a poem title 'Will winter dreams warm my pen' Lol. I shall think of you sunning your belly while I have my hotwater bottle under my desk to warm my feet.


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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

The feet must be warmed before the heat can rise. There's a title to get some hub action. LOL


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Victoria Lynn 4 years ago from Arkansas, USA

I love cats, so this title caught my eye. Wow, your words flow so well. I love this. Many votes, and I think I'll have to read more!


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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

Hello Victoria and thank you for the gracious comment, however, I am wary about the grammar police perusing my work. What if my friends see you snooping about? The risk/reward of you tip toeing around my garden could send shock waves through out Hubland. My reputation is on the line. Never mind. My wife says I don't have a reputation. Welcome to my garden!


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Victoria Lynn 4 years ago from Arkansas, USA

hahaha, arb! I love your wit. I'll be careful in my snooping around your garden!


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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

I think I'm gonna like you!

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