Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Poetry Tuesday: "Pushkin" by Marjorie Kowalski Cole


Pushkin

--Marjorie Kowlaski Cole

The old cat sleeps
in the newly arrived sun. One more spring
has come his way
dropping a solar bath
on failing kidneys, old cat bones.
I check for the rise and fall of breath.

Once he stalked hares
across the yard, tracked down
chicken hearts with split-lentil eyes.
Fearless, disinterested, a poseur, a demideity.
He and the dog are strangers still
after years of eating side by side.

I remember times of wailing
into my couch, alone
and utterly baffled by life,
when suddenly a cat
would be sitting on my head.

Last week I pulled him snarling
from under a chair in Dr. Bacon's office,
held him while she examined his dull coat,
felt his ribs. Pressed where it hurt.
Eight pounds of fur and bone and mad as hell
but "He's certainly less anxious in your lap,"
she murmured, astonishing me.
I had no idea. Old cat, old friend,
have I reached some place inside,
added to your life
as you have to mine?

21 comments:

Cyn said...

What a touching poem. Thank you.

Joann Mannix said...

So succinct for my life right now. My old, grouchy cat was lying still in the sun yesterday and for a minute, I thought the worst. I went over and touched her and she lifted her head lazily and gave me a quiet meow, an acknowledgment of peaceful coexistence. She doesn't do that with many people. It made me content.

Kimberly said...

i LOVE the contrast between the blue eyes & the green graass! Nicely done! :)

Madi and Mom said...

What a thought provoking poem. Great picture of Pushkin...Mom says I'm not grouchy yet....and I best not say anything thing about her mood that is if I want to eat ever again.
Madi and Mom

RawknRobynsGoneBlogWild said...

That's sweet. What a beautiful cat.
Cheers,
Robyn

Pat Tillett said...

that was a great poem.
Life would be far less magical without cats...

Kitty Moore said...

That's beautiful - reminds me of my lovely cat Jet (he died last year)

Ms. Anthropy said...

Touching. Isn't it amazing how our animals can evoke such feeling?

Ann said...

What a sweet poem. It's so hard to watch our furry friends age must faster than we would like them to. They add so much to our lives.

Madi and Mom said...

Hi Bossy Betty, I have some extra time today which I used reading some of your older posts...I did so enjoy them,
Madi and Mom

TS Hendrik said...

Very sweet. Makes me miss my cat. I can't have pets where I live currently so she lives with my nephews.

Brian said...

Funny, I've never had one of those disinterested cats. Mine have all been demonstrably affectionate and loyal. I think I'm just on their wavelength. Poor Pushkin.

Lidian said...

What a beautiful poem. It brought a lump to my throat because we have two darling old cats who are absolutely precious to us all. One of them cuddles up with me every night, kneading my arm and purring.I always look forward to it.

DrSoosie said...

What a lovely poem! It was so nice to take a break from work and read something that was meaningful. Thanks for sharing!

Susie

Tracie said...

Oh, I so wish I had a cat. My husband is allergic. If we ever get divorced the first thing I'm getting is a cat. (Right after the boob job.)

Mommy on the Spot said...

I saw you on my blog and wanted to check out your blog. Great poem! I also loved your quote for Monday!! Looking forward to reading more!

Ally said...

You know how much I love kitties and flowers. Two for two. :0)

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Alyssa said...

That cat is gorgeous. I love the poem. I've posted your hilarious comment in today's post...don't forget to vote! I'd vote for you if I could!

Betty Manousos:cutand-dry.blogspot.com said...

I 'm hooked by this poem!
So beautiful!And cute kitten image!

H.Toufga said...

OMG! YOU reminded me of my lost kitty Ekoss, It's same just like this cat exactly..Lovely post.
I will now write something about my kitty :)

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