- Sanaa introduced us to T.S. Eliot's final long poem collection, of four poems called "Four Quartets". He was seeing some dismal times and times for hope, much of it during the earlier days of WWII. I plan to read it.
_ King Solomon of old, Old Testament Bible times, wrote his dismal outlook poem, Ecclesiastes, which became a Book of the Christian Bible. Chapter three is about time, I liked "a time for living, a time for dying" probably best: (link)
"1 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; ... ... 11 He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end. 12 I know that there is no good in them, but for a man to rejoice, and to do good in his life." - The Byrds, in Turn, Turn, Turn, also wrote a song about time (the lyrics), much of it is a quote from Ecclesiastes 3. You will recognize it:
- Now I plan to go hide, read my T.S, Eliot book, Practical Cats, a collection of his Cat Poems. And soon also I will watch a video of the Musical, "Cats" which uses many of the poems from this book. I might even read some Eliot's book, "Four Quartets", read Ecclesiastes 3, and listen over and over to this Byrds' song. Oh yes and read other writing from the links posted on the Imaginary Garden today. Thank You Sanaa.
I brought my
cat home; he loved me at sight. I was carrying a piece of
fried chicken and gave him a hunk. He ate. He crawled into my lap, purring like he was my loving boy slave.
That was nice
but not, he wanted to sleep with me that very first night. I
put his bed on the floor and told him that was his bed.
Wasn't
long, the first program of "Murder She Wrote" was still
playing when he jumped in bed with me. I couldn't make him
leave without making a big fuss.
Oops, we
can't be doing this, tomorrow will be different.
Next I knew
he had wiggled his way under the sheet to be closer to me.
Purring a bit, he soon went to sleep. That was good.
"Good dreams," I thought.
About two
o'clock, I felt an itch, a BIG ITCH. I scratched it a little,
it felt wet. Blood was coming from my leg. There was a
scratch, "I must cut my fingernails closer". After
some suave and a band aide I went back to sleep.
An hour later
I scream. The Cat was biting my nose. Auch. My nose
was bleeding, and hurt, not just an itch. I whacked The Cat and
he went running. I went after him but couldn't find, he was
hiding someplace in the house.
After that
night, I closed my bedroom door, his bed was in the living room by
the couch. One night he woke me up, biting really hard again.
I chased him away and doctored my bod. I am sure he had been
hiding under the bed.
He's
bolder now, thinks he should rule. When I pass, he paws my
leg. And when I sit, he crawls onto my lap and purrs.
Some days though, he'll scratch or bite, bites me all over, he likes
open skin.
I can't give
him away; I love him too much. I'd like for him to behave
and even be back with me at night but seems he is a slow learner
about how to be a welcome roommate.
Now, nobody wants him. I'm stuck.
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- Magaly has invited us to write (either a poem or a piece of prose) about "Toxic Love". [I wrote 359 Words, limit was 360. I call it prose.]
- Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved.
- The cat in the picture belongs to my daughter. He does sleep with her and he will bite her while she is sleeping. But the cat here is a metaphor (??) of sorts, I didn't write about my daughter. I want the poem to stand alone, think cat or guy, it matters to me not. Just enjoy.
- I am linked with Magaly at The Friday Writings #43, at
"In a toxic relationship, you might consistently feel drained or unhappy after spending time with your partner, according to relationship therapist Jor-El Caraballo, which can suggest that some things need to change.
"Maybe the relationship no longer feels at all enjoyable, though you still love your partner. For some reason, you always seem to rub each other the wrong way or can’t seem to stop arguing over minor issues. You might even dread the thought of seeing them, instead of looking forward to it as you did in the past.. ." There's more, read here what the signs are for this strange critter (really not an oxymoron even if it does sound like one).
Go there to the Mr. Linky button at the bottom to find other's work
- The Photo is of Amber, my grand-cat, belonging to our younger daughter, but who had lived with us almost all of her five years while she and family lived in London. I took this picture from my 2007 posting,
-Granddaughter KP's new cat does not like being left alone. We think he might be missing his former owner.Named Dutch, he is an adopted four-year-old male Russian Blue. He was a one-owner never taken out in the rain; pretty boy belonging to a little old lady, an LOL.
-Shay introduced us to Joan Colby, and specifically from her collectionJoyriding to Nightfall.Read about her writings at the link above. Also, others have left a link there to their writings on this and the word list. - "Colby writes about nature, animals, aging, and the angels and devils in everything around us.
- What Shay wants us to do here is simple: use at least 3 of the 20 words on the list in a poem of any length or style. Then link up and visit others. The prompt stays "live" through Friday."
Note: I have activated my "jim's little Christmas Tree farm" blog posting for this season. Click this label, Christmas 2021 , to have a peek and monitor my progress.
It has directions to send me a picture of your tree or decorations if you wish.
- Magaly asks us "to write poetry or prose which includes one (or all 3) of the following phrases: 1. “Happy and strange words are my home.” 2. “I see you.” 3. “Reason is music to a jaded heart.” "
There stands the glass that will ease all my pain That will settle my brain, it's my first one today There stands the glass that will hide all my fears That will drown all my tears, brother, I'm on my way
I'm wondering where you are tonight And I'm wondering if you are all right I wonder if you think of me in my misery
There stands the glass, fill it up to the brim Until my troubles grow dim, it's my first one today
I'm wondering where you are tonight And I'm wondering if you are all right I wonder if you think of me in my misery
There stands the glass, fill her up to the brim Until my troubles grow dim, it's my first one today
You will have to make up your own mind. Just read here first, then visit my blogs and Jim1Jim1 YouTube to figure me out. (Some blogs are unlisted but are accessible if you can find them.)
