Tea And A Crazy Cat

In the bleak midwinter of missing you

Tea and a Crazy Cat

 

I look for you

In silent places

Where the snow drifts

To the frozen corners all around me

 

I look for you

Where buses stop and go

And a child’s laugh breaks

The winter air into a million icy moments

 

I am seeking you where

I stay, safe, tucked in

Waiting for open doors and footsteps

To tell me you are back where you belong

 

I draw you to me

Hot liquids and soothing bursts

Of yesterday mixed with

Spoonfuls of white sugar inside and out

 

I run chasing my tail

The winter trees raise their arms

Away from me as if they know

My tears freeze in their icy tracks

As I stumble toward an empty house

 

I look for you in dreams and

Patches of sunlight

The trees are all turned

Backwards now, waiting

 

I look for you but you

Are never there.

 

-Zoe Richardson 

Author's Note

Welcome back, my friends, to the show that never ends...

Reviews

[shadrach hah]

Hi Zoe, I can taste the longing in this wonderful piece. Your creativity in the poetic art is always shining. I love the content of this write. You use the metaphor of winter so well in your flowing lines. Another piece that is a joy to read. "I look for you but you are never there," such a wonderful evening. Have a wonderful Saturday. Hugs always....Mike.

[Zoe Richardson]

Bless you. Winter suits the bleakness I felt and brings a unique landscape to the feelings of loss and missing someone. So nice of you to notice and say so. I appreciate all the time you are taking to read my work.

[shadrach hah]

You are ever welcome, Zoe. Your pen does run gold. Have a wonderful Monday. Hugs always....Mike.

[barleygirl]

This is top-notch writing, my friend. I started to levitate, your word crafting is so buoyant. I started to hate you for being one of the top poets at the cafe. I started to want to write like you. But most of all, I got filled completely up with the essence of my best friend who died a few years back (((HUGS)))

[Zoe Richardson]

I am so, so sorry for your loss. Losing a friend is indescribable sorrow. I thank you for your praise, and am humbled by it. It is high praise, indeed. But what you do, you do so well! Your humor and biting wit...I haven't found anything like that here. Keep on being you and using your priceless voice!

[Cherrie Palmer]

Your image of Winter raising bare limbs. Just brilliant. What a strong image to use to pull us in.

[Zoe Richardson]

Thank you! Winter can feel like the epitome of loss, and the landscape tells the story so well. I am glad you connected with this!

[Gee]

Lines 7&8 my favourite in this poem. Can relate to this both in the not to gone past and recent past having lost both mum and a very dear friend.
I do enjoy reading your work.
Good morning

[Zoe Richardson]

My deepest sympathies for your losses! Grief is such a strange companion. I hope you feel a little better each day. Thank you for your kind words, and don't be a stranger!

[Gee]

Thank you m'dear