Daily Archives: December 4, 2011
Taking advantage of a rainy, cold and glorious day, I am conjuring my creativity. Breaking from the sounds of my acoustic rendition of Hole, I decided to write some poetry. I am hardly a poetic genius but the catharsis is welcoming. For some reason as I wrote the spirit of Federico Garcia Lorca haunted me, which was also welcoming. The one thing that I always identified with in Lorca’s writing was his expression of dissatisfaction with ourselves and our desire to be something else. His Casida De la rosa bests represents this to me. I also yearn to be something else, someone else. But as I gaze upon all the faces of my children, a sense of true satisfaction overwhelms me. Sure they all have four legs and can not talk, well I take that back my Siamese are more vocal than most humans I know but their love is so pure and unassuming. Some of them are rescues and others I sought out like my Great Dane, Diesel. The common thread is our unconditional and reciprocal love. They do not care if I miss the high note or they have heard the same guitar part a hundred times in a row, 90 of them poorly I’m sure 😉 They just enjoy the camaraderie and I appreciate that because on this Sunday afternoon as water makes highways down the window glass and I am reading Spanish poetry to them, we are all exactly where we want to be. So I am going to invoke Lorca and write my own ode, an ode to my animal family.
The Siamese a.k.a Winston Theodore Barrington and Christian St.James-
Ocean hued eyes inquire curiously
paws passively kneading my legs
as meows whisper commands
the sophistication of seal point colored fur
disguises mischievousness and vigor
one the incarnation of a Tibetan monk
the other a truly neoteric soul.
Both my bedtime Saviors.
The Dogs a.k.a Tamale (Chihuahua) Baby Girl (miniature Schnauzer) and Diesel (Great Dane)
The tiger-striped beast softly calls out for my affection
his giant body foreign only to himself
as he attempts to lay in my lap,
the Schnauzer peers at me with her keen German eyes
if only to dictate my next move
she is the enforcer
complex and intricate
she craves attention and you will obey
and then the pint-sized spazz
her charm emanates from her craziness
excitement constantly excreting from her pores
as she dances endlessly around the den.
Beautiful creatures illuminating light.
The Bad Boy and the Huntress a.k.a Romeo (solid black cat) and Isabella (tortoise cat)
Isabella is no belle
she needs and wants nothing from you
her only joy is the hunt
she is the empress of the woods
Artemis worships her
strong, sleek and beautiful as she slaughters her prey
meanwhile her companion, the lover lounges lackadaisically
his bright jade eyes piercing her armor
his only desire is to love and the occasional playtime session
the shine of his ebony body entices a touch
and his intimidating claws warn,
that his is just as adept at war as love
but will always prefer the latter.
Two opposites that collided and intertwined.
The smell of gray pervades the room,
winter’s hello kiss lingering on my lips
the flame of the candle dances and hypnotizes me
a Balinese cat calms my soul with his crystalline blue eyes
the red in my Buddha more predominate and striking
my fingers indented by guitar strings as bass lines ring in my ears
the green outside my window made more vibrant against the melancholy backdrop
the silver sparkles in my cup each illuminating in turn
as the taste of life engulfs my mouth
It’s Sunday, the day after
but also the day before.