Each time I read through and upload another old poem it seems to spark a new line, a new rhythm, a new image in my pore old head. Well, almost each time. Even so, it’s getting crowded in here and I’m going to have to make an appointment with pen and yellow pad to scratch ‘em out and into some semblance of order.
Small wonder printers and publishers so often go mad.
Dolly the Mega-cat thinks it wonderful, of course. She sits on the padded box under my study window, dozing away as I mutter and grunt lines of poetry, shifting them from computer to web. Now and then she gets up, stretches, turns round and settles once more.
Unless she should think it time for some kind of treat. Like cold water from the tap. Or a couple of little biscuits. Or a ten minute wander outdoors. Then she slithers to the floor and treats me to a yowl. Not knowing what day it is, let alone what time, I get up at her command and obey. It’d take a brave poet to ignore or attempt to disobey a command from my Mega-cat.
And then we settle down again to the irregular pulse of the clickety-mouse and the strange sub-vocal murmurings of an antique poet.
Well done, Dolly. Good for you for handling the basics and telling John what to do when so he can concentrate on the poetry.
Sounds like Dolly and your muse are working together.
Loverly…I’m inspired too.
Think I’d prefer Dolly’s demands compared to Chan’s 2:20 a.m.
I’m just wondering what you’d do without Dolly? You’d be geting lost, exhausted, run out of time and words and coffee. So thanks Dolly for taking care of our English poet!
Mayhap it’s time to reword an old axiom: Behind every great poet is a Mega-cat.
oh DEE what a great quote there!
Dee, that was priceless!
Dear John…I received the A Hoy Award this week from Celeste Maia. I wish to pass it on to you….perhaps to add to your many pages of awards and applause. Thanks for writing so wonderfully and inspiringly all these years. There’s a note to you on my latest blog.
I think there must be a poem somewhere in that lovely piece of writing.