Poem About Julius the Cat

Poem About Julius
Orange like the sun with
yummy white throat and breast and paws,
he nuzzles nose beneath my curled hand:
Scratch my nose, please. and my forehead
while you’re at it.
We feel his body rise and fall as
my abdomen breathes in and out.
I see his little ears turn toward my useless hand
that stopped caressing:
Please don’t stop he
begs sans words.
Small and big against myself, but
warm, warm, warm.
Julius no longer kneads my body before
settling down. J. can hardly walk a line these days.
At 84 in human years
my beloved, beloved friend is nearing
transition into spirit,
back from where we came like
   spring flowers jumping up
     from nowhere.
He’ll go first. and then this
warm and loving weight here on my lap will not come round
begging for a hug,
saying with his telepathic brain
stop your work so we can feel togetherness.
Then my arms and lap will all be empty,
a drifting boat.
And here am I with tears though
he’s present with me now,
my brain in both the now and then at once.
Perhaps he only feels today.
Or not.
I wouldn’t guess the amazing consciousness of cats.
Is he even now with Tom in spirit? In both worlds at once?
Julius, the last physical remnant of my son.
Don’t go!  oh please,   don’t go….

Poems for Real Spring

POEMS FOR REAL SPRING,   from the “I Would Like to Be” series
    Spring Beauty,
most delicate of all spring flowers,
early to appear,
how lovely to be her!
Small and sweet and dear,
my white five-petalled face with pink mint stripes
will smile up like a shy girl-child
at the awesome world around.
Simple, friendly,
I will open to the sun.
My thin stem will dance with the smallest breeze.
Never alone, I’ll live in a world of gentle friends
like me,
all of us playing
in the sweet spring sun and wind and rain.
O beauty protected,
O tenderness extreme,
I will speak to all the world
of the great sensitivity
of The Source of All Life.
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       White Anemone
I would love to be a white Anemone,
Daughter of the Wind.
Thin and graceful, dancing open,
never shy.
Taller than my little sisters,
leaves much greener, fuller,
bigger face,
my sunny yellow center begging to be pollinated:
“I am ready,
I am beautiful!
O come to me now, Life,”
I’ll say with guileless joy.
Free maiden of the forest,
I want to be seen,
not hidden.
I know my beauty,
O tell me how beautiful I am!
Notice me,
my white loveliness up from the rich green floor.
Notice my readiness,
my aliveness.
Love me now in the springtime of my life.
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     Fly
Daring raider from the sky,
I’d really like to be a fly.
I’d affirm the worth of all decay –
feces, refuse, garbage.
Rebel, pest,
I’d freely choose,
what others hate.
I’d rescue rot,
deconstructing rigid forms,
forcing change.
But here’s the rub:
the pristine, pure,
build fears and walls against invasion
of their sheltered world.
I will risk my life
to keep the world fecund.
Decay must come – the breaking down
of all that’s done and useless:
I’d aid decay
to keep new life agrowing.
I’ll even carry death when needed.
Death,
the change that all of earth accepts
but humans
who close their eyes to their return.
I’ll keep the great wheel moving…
I, the fly, will live a daring life.
Champion of the rejected,
Force for change,
I, the Hero,
Trickster,
Tease.
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   Skunk
Such fun to be a little skunk!
Wherever I’d meander
all would let me pass.
Though small and shy and quiet,
what power I’d have!
It’s fun to see how silly people handle fear.
I’d give them all a chance to practice calm:
control in their panic,
attitude of care.
Friendly in my spirit,
I’d sense the open heart
through eyes and nose,
then pause and greet each neighbor,
passing on.
Curious and careful
I’d wander here and there
through woods and towns,
knowing I’m respected,
and safe,
in clever self-defense.
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       Trillium
Perhaps I’d learn to be more free
as a brilliant Trillium.
Tallest flower of spring,
beautiful in balance,
unafraid to be
who I am.
Bold among the delicate,
I would not hide my light.
I’d hold my three white petals
above my three green leaves –
centered, rooted, unafraid,
shining bright above the dusky forest floor,
a lighthouse to the world.
I’d say
“Aplomb!”
Stay poised,
while reaching up and out.
Integrity, Yes! There’s joy in honesty.
Be simple! Brilliant, shining clear.
True beauty shines from inside out.”
I would not know humility
or pride.
I’d simply be
exactly as I am.
A bold and quiet Quaker
I would speak my truth
serenely,
with respect for self and others.
I would love to be a Trillium –
open,
peaceful with myself,
Aplomb.

comments

Re: poems on Daffodils

From Pamela Timme    Thank you so much, Marti. I am going to the Arboretum to see the daffodils on Saturday, so especially enjoyed reading Tom’s piece. They’re all lovely!

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Thank you so much Marti, I read your poem – such an eloquent description of that traumatic time – and Tom’s writing – I felt “with him” again, after so long. I had no idea he wrote that much after his stroke. And the Wordsworth poem is an old favorite of mine – I had it memorized at one point!
Love,
Marilyn Myles
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Thank you for sharing those wonderful poems. I just finished from doing our taxes all day and reading the poems helped me return to a more peaceful, present state of being,

Sweet dreams, Vanessa
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Marti,

I’ve always liked that Wordsworth poem, too. Ecstasy that seeps into our souls….such a lovely way of putting how beauty enters us. And your tender poem, marking that difficult, beautiful winter….then love claims the body…..that line washed over me. Thanks for sending these splashes of brightness into my morning.
Carol Tyx

Comments on Early Spring Poems

Hi Lynn,
Only you could create joy from the stinkiness of a skunk cabbage! I tried to put this comment right onto your website but I had to choose to be things that I wasn’t and failed. Hope your spaces between snows get longer. I’m at work on the last big section of my Zimbabwe memoir. Then I have to organize and add in some vignettes, but it basically feels finished.
Love, Natalie

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Marti,

What I need to live, life will offer…..such a line to hang on to. Love the simplicity and at the same time, the depth of these poems.

Your essay on dancing reminded me of a day last summer when I went to a downtown Iowa City outdoor music event. In the back of the crowd a young man in a wheelchair was waving his arms around. Feeling more outgoing than I am at other times, I went back and danced a number with him. Such enthusiasm for dancing!

Thanks for sending the reminders of life’s beauty…..as well as its complications.

Carol Tyx

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Dear Sis~

Hi there, and happy spring! I loved your poems in the recent posting – are you the author of all of them? I’d especially like to refer/reprint the Frog one – so cheery and sweet –

All the Best~ Terry
Terry Matthews-Lombardo, CMP TML SERVICES

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Great concept, Marti! Where do you get these ideas? sounds like, by sitting in quiet. They just drop by! Bonni McKeown

PRAY FOR PEACE
WORK FOR JUSTICE
BOOGIE FOR SURVIVAL
www.barrelhousebonni.com
Reconnecting generations through blues education: www.chicagoschoolofblues.com

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Hi Marti,I enjoyed the poems. They are very cute and inspiring regarding the lovely sights of spring. Now, I can not wait for spring to come and show all of its beauty. How are you doing? Its looks like all of well. Love, Dottie

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Mar 26 Re: Early Spring Poems

Good evening, Lynn! You are so creative! I just read your poems and can imagine the sights and smells!!! Even tho we still have a foot of snow on the ground and 28inches of us on the lake!!! Thank you for making my day!

Love, Jamie

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FROM Ethel Potts TO You

Marti – In Michigan we still have about half of our snow left on the ground. However, I see green shoots of a few confused snow drops in the back yard. Will they survive the still-with-us temperatures in the teens and twenties? They must be responding to the sun. Eppie

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Thanks!
Love the poems and the handicap dance story.
Nancy Paul, Lyric Healing

 

“Early Spring”

 

The “I Would Like to Be” Read-Aloud Poems 
four of twenty poems
 
“Early Spring”

 

                    The Frog

 

It would do me good to be a frog

 

sitting still

 

and still

 

and still.

 

Waiting,

 

trusting,

 

that Life will bring by a fly

 

or a mosquito,

 

that what I need to live, Life will offer.

 

I’ll sit alert

 

and confident;

 

I’ll practice trusting

 

in Whatever created me.

 

I’ll take time

 

to feel the warm sunlight,

 

the softness of water,

 

to hear the sounds of Life:

 

the hum of dragonflies,

 

waves lapping on the shore,

 

wind rustling through reeds,

 

a splashing fish.

 

I’ll sit so quiet and alert

 

That I won’t miss a single moment

 

of my beautiful life.

 

I want to be a frog

 

learning to be quiet

 

and alert

 

and trusting.
                    
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          Skunk Cabbage

What fun to be a skunk cabbage!

 

Smells are one of Life’s delights.

 

Out in the bog

 

I could be a big, big leaf

 

unfolding from the smallest center,

 

reeking through with greenness,

 

ever bigger,

 

richer,

 

smellier.

 

Life makes many dainty whispers through the woods;

 

but bursting through decay,

 

I’d boldly say that winter’s done!

 

I’d call to all the hibernating woods:

 

“Wake up! Wake up, you sleeping ones.

 

Come alive and feel and smell and play again.”

 

As a skunk cabbage

 

I’d chase away the doldrums

 

and wake the woods from trance.

 

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                                 Buttercup

 

Oh, I want to be a buttercup! A buttercup! A buttercup!

 

O warm richness!

 

O passionate color!

 

O enthusiasm for Life!

 

I’ll plant myself by a watery place

 

and laugh for joy.

 

I’ll glory in the singing birds,

 

the humming bees, the busy pesky flies,

 

the dancing breeze.

 

And the sun’s salvation,

 

“Relish in the warmth of sun!”

 

my shining saffron face will sing.

 

“And don’t forget enthusiasm, passion.

 

Dance, swim, listen, sing, love,

 

feel and sense.

 

Celebrate like me,”

 

I’ll laugh, the cheerful buttercup!

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                        Jack-In-The Pulpit

 

It would be an honor to be a jack-in-the-pulpit,

 

oracle of the woods.

 

With my tri-leaf behind,

 

erect, serene,

 

I’ll wait.

 

From rich roots

 

through my straight stem

 

into my waiting cup

 

will flow wisdom from the Earth-Mother.

 

Whoever has the calm to sit before me,

 

to ask a question,

 

waiting,

 

to them I’ll speak,

 

and tell the truth.

 

Truth is solid ground,

 

fecund.

 

Standing straight and quiet I will speak.

 

Who sits up straight and calm and opens their own cup

 

will hear my thoughts.

 

We’ll nod to each respectfully,

 

and they’ll pass on,

 

while I will wait

 

to be again an oracle for Wisdom.

 

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Comments on Dancing with the handicapped

Comments on “Handicapped”
Dear Marti,
What a beautiful story! You must come dancing with me some Saturday night! Have taken up country dancing. Most of our dance partners are over 80 and just enjoy the music and exercise! Love and miss you.
Dorene

Dr. Dorene P. Wiese
President
American Indian Association of Illinois
6554 N. Rockwell
Chicago,IL 60645
773.550.9600
Chicago-American-Indian-Edu.Org
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Marti,

I loved your story-telling. Thanks for sharing your experience.

Love, Jill Mollenkamp

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From: Diane Willis To: Marti Matthews <martim1234@sbcglobal.net> Sent: Sunday, February 23, 2014 11:03 PMSubject: Re: “Dancing with the Handicapped”

Lovely story, Marti…..thanks for sharing it.

Diane, IANDS

(Intn’l. Asso. of Near Death Experiences)

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From:PATRICIA R MCMILLEN To:Marti Matthews <martim1234@sbcglobal.net> Sent:Wednesday, March 12, 2014 2:42 PMSubject:Re: “Dancing with the Handicapped”marti,

loved the piece – tried to comment but apparently i don’t have an “open ID” on wordpress. <sigh> anyway it sounds like you had a good evening and I’m delighted to have read about it.

best

          patty
Dear Marti,
It wasn’t until I read this blog that I realized I could post it on Facebook and I did, introducing it as “Another great blog by my dear friend, Marti Matthews”
Your picture is there and a profile. Wish you could see it!
                  Love, Marian
Marian Tompson
Passionate Journey: My Unexpected Life (Hale, 2011)
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from: Ethel Potts To: Marti Matthews <martim1234@sbcglobal.net> Sent: Monday, February 24, 2014 9:30 AMSubject: Re: “Dancing with the Handicapped”

Dear Marti – Thank you for sharing such delightful parts of your life. You have a real talent for enjoying the heart-warming aspects of every situation. I am learning from you to try to do the same.

I may have some of your viewpoint. In my all-absorbing political work, I lose more often then win on issues and elections, but somehow I happily continue on. [ I’ve wondered if it’s not a personality defect, that I don’t know when to quit, which so many of my colleagues have done over these years.] I think that you and I find meaning and joy wherever we can, right? With my love, Eppie
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I felt like I was there too, Lynn. Thanks!
Love,
Natalie Kreutzer

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from: June Ryushin Tanoue          what a beautiful well written piece- thank you for sharing it with me!

I’d like to use it for my hula newsletter sometime ok? I may have to edit it some and shorten it to a page and a half?

but you should edit in what you said in the paragraph below or people will think that i’m an uncaring teacher ;0)

Aloha,

June Halau I Ka Pono, Hawaiian Hula School of Chicago