A Purrfectly Positive Dream
Or just a little humor on a humid summer's day.
As a writer, I often wonder what to write that you would like to read…
What things can I say that might be momentous or meaningful? Probably not that much, but nonetheless, as more people subscribe and seem to like what I write, perhaps the universe is helping me contribute in some weird way.
I can’t really explain how the beginning words of a poem enter my consciousness and roll around my inner tongue until I can’t stand it any longer and have to start writing it down.
That is what happened the other day.
I was sitting in my easy chair by a window, just resting a bit, when all of a sudden, my calm nap time was interrupted by a quirky blue mouse peeking at me from behind a flowerpot on the sill. Then, our eyes did quickly meet as it scampered onto the floor and slid, kerplunk… and hid.
A Purrfectly Positive Dream
I was startled; you would be too!
I wondered what I should do.
I was about to reach for a nearby broom
When Tucker Del Toro, my orange cat —varoom…
Came pouncing into the room.
Relieved, I thought, I’m safe now,
Expecting a horrible row.
But much to my amazement
What happened next was sheer amusement.
Up-squeaked the mouse, “Follow me —just a moment!”
So I sat back down
As the mouse turned into a blue clown!
Dashing Del Toro donned his top hat,
While Mousie spoke like a brat,
Sharp, demanding, as she pulled up the mat.
What could I do but blink
Rub my eyes and think.
Is this some other reality?
My orange Del Toro became some other kitty.
And Mousie started singing a lyrical ditty.
Did I mention the balloon,
Tied to Mousie's tail, made me swoon…
As they started their dance routine
To jumbled notes of sharps and flats causing a scene?
I guess not, you’d only think it a meme!
“Follow us,” Del Toro purred
As he grinned a wide grin like a Dodo bird.
So I obliged, all dressed in pink with bare feet.
Dance away, dance away, dreaming sweet,
Carried high, like birds singing, tweet, tweet, tweet!
When just as suddenly, I woke
As if some thunder had spoke…
Gone was the momentary wonder and wallow
Gone little blue Mousie with green candies and a marshmallow.
Del Toro looked as if to say, “Do we follow?”
“But where to?” I replied.
For no more ribbons were tied
To Mousie's tail —it had all disappeared…
As if through a magical, looking glass, we’d peered.
I can only say the experience was very, well, weird!
So up-hopped Tucker Del Toro onto my lap. He curled up cute as usual; the moment was gone, but in a way, we did follow the little blue mouse. Both of us sat there, contented in sharing such a purrfectly positive performance!
Perhaps I had been thinking of you, dear followers.
How do I write so more will follow?
Or perhaps I was also having a little fun.
Poetry is like another language with rhythm, rhyme, and meter trying their best to come together and make sense. Words that twirl around in your mouth like dancing upon some rolling otherworldly waves, or at best, trying to make sense of some myriad dream.
Here’s hoping your days are filled with a bit of the universal divine with its poetic urgings and that you have a little fun, too.
Perhaps, like me, you will have something weird and unusual thrown in to make these humid summer days even more fun and interesting.
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