Sweet Roll

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.

Published by mrteague

Teague McKamey lives in Washington state with his wife and two children. Teague’s poetry has appeared in several journals and in self-published books. He blogs at thevoiceofone.org and awanderingminstrel.com. In all areas of life, Teague desires that Christ may be magnified in his body (Php. 1:20).

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