Thoughts from an Orange Cat

I sit here and muse, with limited views,
I reflect on a world that is mad.
Take my own circumstance, as I lie in near trance,
I have nothing to do but be sad.

So much more favoured, with rules duly wavered
is the black family cat; so unfair!
She purrs, and looks pretty but I think it a pity
she provides no support a la derriere.

I am good at my job, even better than a dog
as I sit still and my coat is so soft;
But for reasons untold, on the day I was sold,
my new owner just left me aloft;

I sit on a machine, and she keeps me quite clean,
and I see and hear everything all day.
They to me don’t allude; nor try to include
me, oh my! I feel so in the way!

I am meant to perform, so to rules I conform,
my shape, size and filling correct.
My function is clear, unappreciated I fear,
for they sit and my presence reject.

I did hear my owner (you must think me a moaner)
tell friends of her joy when she found me.
But I don’t comprehend…is it some sort of trend
not to sit on me, or even pretend?

I am handsome I know, as my coat seems to glow,
but I wish I was useful as well.
To my surprise and dismay, I am just on display
I think I may have to rebel!

If they’d rather not sit on me, I’d appreciate a knee
so that I can feel the pleasures of touch.
But it seems I am doomed, up here, I’m marooned
I’m sure as time passes, I’ll not mind

©DF2007

Limited Perspectives

Water gushing into the spout, Plug in. Switch on. Wait. Disjointed rumble from the kettle, turning into continuous reassuring background hum. Waiting…and reflecting. There is a world beyond the kettle. In the village beyond, children learn; in London, London Bridge heaves with traffic; in Tasmania an old man dies alone, whilst in Romania another unwanted baby is born; in the alps there is an avalanche warning, and a storm threatens Stockholm; In China a new city is built; in Russia a hungry stray dog annoys a woman as she enters her apartment, and a child cries in Malaysia.

The kettle hum affects a crescendo which is ended abruptly.

The world diminishes again to the sound of metal against ceramic…in a gamekeepers lodge… by a Loch… in Scotland…

©DF2007

Photograph: Loch Ness, courtesy of davidpolitzki 

NaNo – not doing so well!

Having felt poorly, loaded with cold, amongst other things, I am not able to boast a very big word count. I have only added another 400. We’ll see what the rest of today brings…

Salvation

At six am this morning, not able to sleep and unable to add to my NaNo  word count, I suddenly felt inspired to write this, which is meant to be a sort of celebration of artistic endeavour, in all it’s forms, on an individual basis, and also collectively. There are so many talented people out there, with so much to say, and give. When I surf Fickr or art and craft sites I am bowled over by the diversity, beauty, and ability of these folk. Likewise, the written word produces originality and ingenuity unceasingly. You’d think subjects would be exhausted by now, let alone story plots! So this is a small tribute to the world’s creative community, with a hint of political exasperation at the end. Hope you enjoy

 

Creativity, crafted and stretched to the limit
Expanded, embroidered, tweaked or stitched.
Richness of content, skilfully manipulated
With loving expression in seamless abandon.

 

Human endeavour showing strength and diversity
Painting the soul and etching the pain.
Drawing on experience to mold silent messages
Sculpting innovation, unmasking the arcane.

 

Great joy, much suffering portrayed so effectively
With deliberate strokes and quill unrestrained.
A myriad of colours, washes and templates
Artistically quilted into everyday life.

 

How difficult to express point of view, inner eye;
to convey the uncharted, or patterns intrinsic
To the gossamer existence, the fabric of life;
In a material web of silken deceit.

 

How skilful to communicate with the world in a flash.
Capture moments in time, leave an image of truth.
Render the imperfections, enhance and transform,
Yet draw the naïve and sublimate fallacies.

 

A voice, quietly spoken, undemanding but firm,
nurtures freedom, unleashing hidden treasures within.
Innate creativity explores tangible palettes
to extract art from the darkness of a virgin soul.

 

Ingenuity, originality, tinted with love
Embellishing the prosaic, the rubber-stamped umber.
Enriching and cleansing, uplifting and inspiring.
Artistry, the window to a passionate muse.

 

Society’s values, Pollacked and poetical;
Concealed, yet apparent in a magical jigsaw
of colours, textures, materials and shapes;
stippled with love, a lasting impression.

 

Artistic expression, whatever the form,
Is a universal gift. It is ready to use.
Communicating, negotiating, peacefully painting
A safe world, a sanctuary. Wise up and enjoy.

©DF2007

Photograph:’Puzzling’, courtesy of John Hritz