Story Book by J.S. Watts I was trying to read a book When you came along and insisted That I read you instead. You were forceful in your persuasions; Insinuating yourself between me And the page, like a fur clad bookmark. Tail in my face and the buzz of your voice Creeping through my head As you crept across my pages, Ruffling thoughts and paper alike To the point of distraction. How could I ignore you ? Such a perfect edition and so responsive Beneath my fingers. You are better Than a story in braille. Through you I can read of summer fields, The smelled taste of daisies and buttercups, Nose high grass and the heat of the sun On day-warmed fur; the drowsiness Of a warm room and a comfortable lap. There is nothing better than Curling up on a good book.
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mbj: I love the poem! Thank you! And Anon, those are some very cool socks. I actually haven't done stranded colorwork and am somewhat afraid of it, but those socks might inspire me to overcome my phobia! Oh, and for future reference, you'll find my e-mail under "About Me."
SF/fantasy writer. English professor. Episcopalian. Licensed lay preacher. Volunteer ER chaplain (but not clergy). Intermediate knitter; wannabe weaver.
And a few other things, less easily labeled. The title of this blog is a phrase John Clute used to describe the plots of my first two novels. It both amused and annoyed me, and I finally decided to reclaim it as a badge of honor. Would you prefer rickety contrivances of doing bad?
He found a nice sunny spot...I'll bet he's purring too.
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I was trying to read a book
When you came along and insisted
That I read you instead.
You were forceful in your persuasions;
Insinuating yourself between me
And the page, like a fur clad bookmark.
Tail in my face and the buzz of your voice
Creeping through my head
As you crept across my pages,
Ruffling thoughts and paper alike
To the point of distraction.
How could I ignore you ?
Such a perfect edition and so responsive
Beneath my fingers. You are better
Than a story in braille.
Through you I can read of summer fields,
The smelled taste of daisies and buttercups,
Nose high grass and the heat of the sun
On day-warmed fur; the drowsiness
Of a warm room and a comfortable lap.
There is nothing better than
Curling up on a good book.
Ain't it the truth??
Not about cats - but about SOCKS - perfect patterns for you, an English teacher and sock knitter. Can't find your email addy so sending you the information this way.
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mbj: I love the poem! Thank you! And Anon, those are some very cool socks. I actually haven't done stranded colorwork and am somewhat afraid of it, but those socks might inspire me to overcome my phobia! Oh, and for future reference, you'll find my e-mail under "About Me."
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