The once elusive stray cat we had named “Phantom” that lives under our house has warmed to us. Her nightly visits for food has turned to a several-times-a-day occurrence. Yesterday she was following us around the yard. As she has outlived her name we now call her “Lizzie.” I find her a delight and a great subject for art pieces. Someday I hope to pet her on my lap. For more on our stray cats, see my Stray Cat post.
The stray cat cries pitifully at the door
waiting to be fed
a feast of canned food atop dry
with a tiny bowl of fresh cream.
As she eats hungrily
I feel bones protruding
from the soft fur of her small body.
I’m fascinated by creation myths. This is my artistic interpretation (with a little creative license) of the first sunrise..or maybe sunset?? Colored pencil, graphite, and embossing.
(Plenty of gorgeous photos posted and I have my share- but I enjoy a different spin now and again.)
After my dear cat Emmy Lou passed away about 12 years ago, I’ve had a huge kitty void in my life. Unfortunately, my dog combination including an Australian Cattle Dog has not been ideal for another cat. Cattle Dogs are known cat chasers/ killers. Other than that, he’s a peach. So imagine my surprise when the Siamese mix cat that appeared in the barn about a year ago showed up on the porch begging for food. We plied her with food; dry food with wet food and a little cream in a bowl. We knew she was the one who killed the destruct-o mole in the vegetable garden & was keeping the mice in check around the chicken pen. We named her “Luna” as she only showed up at night.
About 2 months later, a little brown tabby moved in under the house and could be seen along the perimeter of the yard. She was so elusive, I named her “Phantom.” Then one day after eating the leavings from Luna she too showed up on the porch begging. Now we make sure both cats get a meal. These animals were probably dumped by their owners an all too common occurrence in this rural area. We enjoy their nightly visits from our kitchen window and are considered part of the family. They have inspired both a poem and some artwork.
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I you are into gardening you know that to stimulate growth, a shrub needs to be pruned. A plant subjected to stress is stimulated to flower.
Originally my intent for this blog was solely to promote my artwork. The events of this last year changed all that. After the 2016 election, I was devastated. My mother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s in February. My father passed away in May. Disasters, man-made and natural, plagued my psyche. I became blocked as a visual artist. Then, I put promotion aside and began to write poetry and began my blog .
When I signed up for WordPress I wasn’t expecting more than just a platform to just plunk things online. I found community, I found like-minded people all over the world. I found hope, motivation, & inspiration. I’ve grown as a writer and as a blogger. Two of my poems have been selected for publication. There are followers on my blog and I follow the blogging journeys of others. Finally, It’s taken me a year but I have finally shed my fear and have started to create with heart again.
In the darkness I have grown. Through hard times, I have begun to flower.
I’ve decided for 2018 to quit going upstairs to my studio to make “ART”. Now I am going upstairs to my studio to PLAY and quit being so serious. I’m seeing what I can make in an hour. My best subject matter I’ve decided is my own imagination….