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Poets Like Cats

by Glenn Currier

Poets
like cats
rest in the sun
inhabit soft tops
laze and curve
lines on fabric
stop time
to be.

Unlike cats
poet dawdling
drifts to farming
harvests the sight
digests liberates it
tectonic plates crack
glowing yeasty hot magma
of imagination attaches itself
breaks through stubborn mantle
dances with heroes and whores
plays drums with pearly bands
bikes swift from growling dogs
carves dandy hieroglyphics
on gray skin of sycamore
through corrosive clouds
fixed on foiling this trek
making a radar map
the poet rides up
on lava’s love
sets his hook
and catches
the tasty
morsel
of the
day.

12/25/2009

Posted on 12/25/2009
Copyright © 2025 Glenn Currier

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 12/25/09 at 01:57 PM

...our forefathers made it so. they were warriors so their sons could be farmers so their sons could be poets...this is a great write and i love that i [had] to read it three times to get the pic...poets like cats...i love the way you start and equally i like the transistion of just HOW poets aren't like cats...

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/25/09 at 06:11 PM

In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods, they have never forgotten this. I think it rather fine, this necessity for the tense bracing of the will before any poem worth writing can be done. I rather like it myself. I feel it is to be the chief thing that differentiates me from the cat by the fire. Any similie is is direct proportion to the contrast! Excellent poem! Thanks.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/26/09 at 11:32 PM

Coming back for a second round with this, I see clearly now the silhouette I'm guessing you meant to create here;). Well done. I love the lines "stop time to be". The poet here (you) delights me with many marvelous alliterations, imagery - "glowing yeasty hot magma of imagination", contrasting heroes and whores. I love "lava's love" and now I'm beginning to think the silhouette is a fish, not a cat, oh, my!

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 12/27/09 at 12:00 AM

I love every morsel of this!
(Okay, listen Kristina, the silhouette changes: right now it could be the "bikes swift from growling dogs" part...a shredded paper ear from a nip...)

Posted by A. Paige White on 12/27/09 at 03:56 PM

You know you teased me with the title like a kitten enticed by a itty bitty fishin for kittens fishing pole. My legs have been savaged from a Christmas kitten's play so this title grew my grin as I massaged three scratches. I love the shape of it as well as how you capture us in the comparison and better yet by how the comparison fails. Thank you for this gem, Glenn!

Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 12/27/09 at 06:17 PM

like cats, we may APPEAR to rest in the sun, even as OUR IMAGINATIONS ride the mind fantastic

Posted by Amie Golda on 12/28/09 at 09:24 AM

I appreciate the effort taken into writing this form. I also like that the tone goes from slow to fast then slow again, just like a cat on a lazy day 'til its eye is caught by its preay and evenutally the chase leads to it catching its prey. Your poem does much the same with a simple single thought. Though I'm not to keen on poems about poetry or poets. But this is a good write.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/29/09 at 02:45 PM

The comparison and contrast remarkable! Definitely more differences than similarities by a mile--this comparison of cats and poets! But there is an independence of mind that surely belongs to each! Lots to digest here! Your definition of a poet both complex and inclusive.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/05/10 at 12:40 PM

I have always likened poets to owls and giraffes. however, I love this dance of poet and cat. The quality of their seeming independence unlike the dog who is bound for the leash, the cat is bound for glory. Yes. I love this dance of poet and cat and their ability to interchange into each others skins and characteristics without the slightest difficulty.

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