Gunwald

 

The cat comes up the stairs,

paws cold,

jumps aboard The Great Ship of Dreams

where I read

Maurice Merleau-Ponty's Signes

with my lower extremities

pointing east,

cleans himself emphatically,

head full

of low-level visions

from the ins-and-outs of the farm,

body charged

with fresh body memories:

 

A red-furred

concentration

of high-quality reality

 

In his eyes the gaze of Brahma

 

Music: Anthony Patera: Milk & Mice





Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-05-18 at 07:19

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
There is so much meaning in this, and especially the lines,
'body charged

with fresh body memories:'
It brought a wry smile to me this Wednesday morning, after a sleepless night. Meanwhile, one of my cats has become a fair weather cat and hardly comes indoors now the weather is warmer. Where does she eat? Oh yes, of course, 'fresh body memories!' :)
2022-05-18