I’ve been sick most of the last week. During that time, I wrote three poems about cats sleeping. Sometimes, when you slow down (or have to slow down) you notice things going at other paces.
Two of my poems about cats sleeping may or may not have explored ideas of non-being and indeterminacy 😉 What I am sure of is that two of the poems are Tanka, a Japanese form I’ve blogged about before. Below is one of the Tanka, which will be in my third book Shadow and Memory. I will also include it in a chapbook about cats I’m planning to release once I’ve written a sufficient number of cat poems. I’m about half way there 😸
Sweet Roll I chance on my cat, cinnamon-rolled on the bed, glazed with sleep: a sweet amnesia I can almost dip a finger in and taste.
A Wandering Minstrel 