NaPoWriMo Day 18
For Read Write Poem
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“I’m cursed. I’m a tiger,” says Read Write Poem member Irene. She’s talking about the Year of the Tiger, and it’s the inspiration for her NaPoWriMo prompt:
The tiger is a creature known to create wildness and tumult. In Chinese superstition, it is not a year to marry or have children. The tiger is too aggressive. It stalks and preys.
Write a poem featuring the cat family, whether big or small.
There are many cat poems that may inspire you. The first poem that comes to mind, William Blake’s “The Tyger,” wonders why such a creature is created in the first place. Did such a creation come from the Devil himself? God will only create a lamb, right?
Ted Hughes wrote about the jaguar, a not-so-distant cousin. I think a jaguar looks even more fearsome. There’s a playful feline quality about the tiger. Not so with a jaguar! It is like black rage. I’ve seen a jaguar in a zoo, pacing endlessly in its cage. Here’s how Hughes wrote it, in “The Jaguar,” “He spins from the bars, but there’s no cage to him” and “his stride is wildernesses of freedom.”
Then there’s the pussy cat. In “Esther’s Tomcat,” also by Hughes, the cat becomes, in a figurative sense, the protagonist, the beleaguered husband. Hughes describes him as “an old rough mat” and reveals, “Continual wars and wives are what/ Have tattered his ears and battered his head.”
Is that enough to go on? Roar! Purr! (You choose.)
The tiger is a creature known to create wildness and tumult. In Chinese superstition, it is not a year to marry or have children. The tiger is too aggressive. It stalks and preys.
Write a poem featuring the cat family, whether big or small.
There are many cat poems that may inspire you. The first poem that comes to mind, William Blake’s “The Tyger,” wonders why such a creature is created in the first place. Did such a creation come from the Devil himself? God will only create a lamb, right?
Ted Hughes wrote about the jaguar, a not-so-distant cousin. I think a jaguar looks even more fearsome. There’s a playful feline quality about the tiger. Not so with a jaguar! It is like black rage. I’ve seen a jaguar in a zoo, pacing endlessly in its cage. Here’s how Hughes wrote it, in “The Jaguar,” “He spins from the bars, but there’s no cage to him” and “his stride is wildernesses of freedom.”
Then there’s the pussy cat. In “Esther’s Tomcat,” also by Hughes, the cat becomes, in a figurative sense, the protagonist, the beleaguered husband. Hughes describes him as “an old rough mat” and reveals, “Continual wars and wives are what/ Have tattered his ears and battered his head.”
Is that enough to go on? Roar! Purr! (You choose.)
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A Haiku on the Nine Lives principle - containing nine words.
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NINE
Timespan nine lives long
Until curiosity
Presents fatal blow
Oops, poor kitty! Good one Stan!
ReplyDeletePamela
Thanks Pamela; When it's time... it's time...
ReplyDeleteHey! I came expecting to see a musical stage play, instead, all I got was a damned fine haiku -- well done Stan... ;)
ReplyDelete...rob
Image & Verse
Thanks Rob; It's all been done before...
ReplyDeleteHi Stan,
ReplyDeleteWhile I was here, you were visiting me! Most appropriate haiku!
Bam! Love it :)
ReplyDeleteThanks to:
ReplyDeleteDerrick; Simultaneous curiosity...
Joanne; Lives too short...
Great haiku! Wish they had more lives, for sure.
ReplyDeletestill curious
ReplyDeleteafter nine lives
Good job.
ReplyDeleteAww. Poor kitty. But nice poem.
ReplyDeleteExcellent!
ReplyDeleteI like the way you swung this, it puts a whole new slant on a cat of nine tails, or should that be nine tales. Ten out of ten, or perhaps ten and your out?
ReplyDeleteclever stanski... now im wondering abt the number 9 other than pink floyd.... here kitty kitty
ReplyDeleteThanks to:
ReplyDeleteRobin; Less curiosity might help there.
Lucychili; They never lose it.
Poemblaze; Thanks for visiting.
Evelyn; They want to know, but never learn...
Lori; Thank you.
Andy; A lot of cats here don't have tails and 9 out of 10 don't have owners.
Pieceofpie; Thinking, but only come up with Lucifer Sam in ref to cats, and nothing on No 9.
Reminds me of this two-word poem for kids. I perform it with a descending whistle:
ReplyDeleteEnd of the Ninth
Cat
Splat!
Greg O'Connell 2010
Thanks Greg;That's pretty cool, I bet it raises a chuckle or two from the kids.
ReplyDeletemeow meow Stan....love cool cats....thanks again for your words
ReplyDeleteThanks Wayne; Even the coolest of cats don't live forever.
ReplyDeleteBut satisfaction, right?
ReplyDeleteThanks Dan; I guess so, after 8 previous attempts.
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