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Kismet in the Cold--a Poetry Friday post

Today, for the first Poetry Friday of the new year, an original sonnet about my cat. It's the first group project of the new year with my lovely poetry sisters.


I watch small brown birds puffed fat against cold
peck gravel for small sustenance at best.
A finch, a wren, some dark-eyed juncoes wrest
the smallest bit of God-knows-what. I hold
the cat up to the window, where she tries
to follow hops and jumps, small bursts of flight.
We both pretend she’d catch them all, despite
us knowing that is all a flock of lies.
She’s lived inside a house since she was small,
found toddling by a highly trafficked street,
a tiny, bat-eared calico fuzzball
with pink toe-beans on all four small white feet.
    She asks to be put down, climbs in my lap,
    curls up, then dreams of birds during her nap.


To see what my poetry sisters have written, you can check out their posts here:

Laura (curtal sonnet)
Liz (curtal sonnet)
Sara (curtal sonnet)
Tanita (curtal sonnet)
Tricia

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TS Davis
Jan. 5th, 2018 12:47 am (UTC)
Maybe it's NOT a flock of lies. I mean, a cat can dream, right?
Kismet will have you know that she is a LADY HUNTRESS, thankyouverymuch.

I can't even tell you how much I love a tiny, bat-eared, calico fuzzball. I think the entire poem pivots beautifully on that image... of cough, the mighty huntress. Ahem.

She's just so cute.
kellyrfineman
Jan. 5th, 2018 02:53 am (UTC)
Re: Maybe it's NOT a flock of lies. I mean, a cat can dream, right?
She really is adorable. And she gets quite chatty and switch-tailed about birds and squirrels and such. She had the biggest ears when I found her.
Liz Garton Scanlon
Jan. 5th, 2018 12:13 pm (UTC)
TOE-BEANS!!!! This poem is full of perfect word-images -- I just love it, Kelly.
And thank you for the prompt. Here we go again...! xoxo
kellyrfineman
Jan. 7th, 2018 02:02 am (UTC)
Thanks!
Sally Murphy
Jan. 5th, 2018 12:34 pm (UTC)
Dare I say this poem is purrfect?
I love it - and I want to come over and cuddle your cat!
kellyrfineman
Jan. 7th, 2018 02:02 am (UTC)
Kismet would be happy to have another lap to choose from!
Sara Lewis Holmes
Jan. 5th, 2018 03:47 pm (UTC)
Yes! Toe-beans!! And "a flock of lies!" This poem is as playful as your kitty. Lovely way to use a sonnet's rhythms to take us from silent watching to imagined leaping back into contented sleep again. Ahhhhhh.
kellyrfineman
Jan. 7th, 2018 02:03 am (UTC)
It's a weird sort of love poem to my kitty.
Linda Baie
Jan. 5th, 2018 03:55 pm (UTC)
purring
I haven't had a cat in a few years and your description makes me wish for one on my lap, dreaming of birds. It's a lovely picture you've given us, Kelly! Happy New Year!
kellyrfineman
Jan. 7th, 2018 02:04 am (UTC)
Re: purring
Cats are such good company. My husband had never had one in his life until he met me, and he held one of those basic biases (cats are stand-offish, dogs are better, etc.). Now he's quite converted. Happy new year to you, Linda!
Catherine Wallian Flynn
Jan. 5th, 2018 05:11 pm (UTC)
Kismet in the Cold
Kelly, as I write this my orange "fuzzball" is licking my hand, maybe to add his approval of your sonnet. I love the "pink toe-beans" and the idea of your kitty dreaming of birds while she naps in your lap. Sonnets are such a challenge, but you've made yours look effortless. Well done!
kellyrfineman
Jan. 7th, 2018 02:05 am (UTC)
Re: Kismet in the Cold
Thanks for the kind words, and please give your orange boy an extra scritch from me.
Tricia Stohr-Hunt
Jan. 5th, 2018 05:59 pm (UTC)
First, Kismet is an awesome name for a cat.

Second, I love the descriptions of the birds and your story of Kismet.

Finally, I adore these lines:
A finch, a wren, some dark-eyed juncoes wrest
the smallest bit of God-knows-what. I hold
the cat up to the window, where she tries
to follow hops and jumps, small bursts of flight.

Honestly, I love it all.

kellyrfineman
Jan. 7th, 2018 02:07 am (UTC)
Kismet was named after being found along the side of a busy street, trying to get herself hit as a smallish kitten. (My prior cat had been put down a few months prior, my big old Katie dog was put down a couple weeks before, and I was temporarily pet-less.) She was meant to be - hence her name.

And thanks!
lpsalas
Jan. 5th, 2018 08:59 pm (UTC)
True Love
"We both pretend she’d catch them all, despite
us knowing that is all a flock of lies."

And that is what we do for those we love:>)

We had a calico kitty when I was growing up, named, unimaginatively enough, Calico. She was a sweetie, but fierce when outdoors. She really would catch at least some of them!

Your affection for your sweet kitty just purrs out of every line!
kellyrfineman
Jan. 7th, 2018 02:08 am (UTC)
Re: True Love
Our neighbors had a calico named Patches, so . . .

And yes, I love my kitty.
kaymcgriff
Jan. 6th, 2018 12:28 am (UTC)
no flock of lies
Awww...what a sweet kitty and a lovely poem. I love that line about it being a flock of lies--but a cat can dream!
kellyrfineman
Jan. 7th, 2018 02:09 am (UTC)
Re: no flock of lies
She loves to watch them out the windows. And she definitely dreams of hunting now and then, based on her twitches and such!
Mary Lee Hahn
Jan. 6th, 2018 01:37 pm (UTC)
I'm in awe. Your sonnet is so conversational, you make it seem so effortless! And toe-beans! Perfection!!
kellyrfineman
Jan. 7th, 2018 02:10 am (UTC)
Thanks, Mary Lee. I really think that enjambment and not getting TOO fussy with the iambs is all it takes.
Michelle Kogan
Jan. 7th, 2018 12:20 am (UTC)
Sonnet
Ah to pen a sonnet with "pink toe-beans" a true exchange of affection, lovely, thanks!
kellyrfineman
Jan. 7th, 2018 02:11 am (UTC)
Re: Sonnet
Thank you for leaving such a lovely comment!
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