Sitting on my bed alone with my cat Recovering from dentistry gone wrong (Miscarriage of such a good intention Gone too far nor enough or just gone bad Requiring medical intervention) He sleepily hears me implore "Now what?" Of no one or none in particular (Too far now from that last pain pill I had)
He opens one eye as he thinks awhile Then both and meows "Forget about all that And just enjoy what little we have got: Remember those troubles we might have seen Which worried you so and yet never were? Get up and take a pain pill (we have more)"
He reminds me we are both fortunate To stay cool in a world grown much too hot And rather more too shallow than too deep Awash in absurdity he stays strong: "You will get over this then you will soar Let those antibiotics do their part And rest up now since it will not be long Curl up your tail and go to sleep: take heart"
Able to be cheerfully celibate Lucky to avoid scenes which might have been Far from the dramas of cats which are not He yawns and purrs "Time now to go to sleep" And that is that because he is a cat But if cats do I swear I saw him smile
As he curls close and winks his green jade eyes I realize which one of us is wise
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
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(((HUGS))) and love to you and your furry companion, Karla. *purring*