Tired old dog, plodding along
Sing me a song, sing me a song
Songs are for cats, rainbows and rats
Toss up your hats, toss up your hats
The song starts like this, a wink and kiss
Signs hard to miss, signs hard to miss
Dance with a tree, lovely and free
What do you see? What do you see?
A bird with a brace and a miserable face
Satin and lace, satin and lace
For the sake of a friend, fortune to lend
How does it end? How does it end?
With a hug and a wave, humor to save
Forever be brave, forever be brave
This silly, nonsensical creature sprung from the first two lines, though I had to drag out the rest of it, so “sprung” is perhaps too strong a word. It’s not perfect (there are several words that aren’t the exact fit) but I had fun making it. In any case, I plan on doing something creative every day of the year. Whether or not these creations will show up on this blog depends on their content and state of completion. Cheers to lofty goals!
… but not really. This entry would basically be the end of CΩT / Omegacat (both titles are correct, if you’re wondering), but not only would it be a very long entry, I’m also not quite done with it. Lotta dialogue to get in order. As such, I’m going to hold it back, as I’m considering working this whole story into something publishable rather than a series of blog posts. So keep an eye out for that! I’ll of course post an update here if that happens. And maybe, just maybe, if you guys yell loudly enough in the comments, I might just post what I have once I’m done with it anyways. Maybe. Show me how invested in the story you are! Throw your desperation at me!! What will Cat find in the forest?
In any case, I won’t leave you empty handed. Here’s a short poem, inspired by a sight I saw whilst walking my mutt:
and packing peanuts
strewn about the undergrowth
what strange ritual
( ©2017 Sean Dorsey )
Author’s note: I have not read the books whose titles are included within this poem (aside from ‘The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo,’ which I enjoyed), and cannot speak for their quality or lack thereof. They may be great reads for all I know. Nevertheless, their titles leave something to be desired and, as far as I’m concerned, do no favors to their tales. For fun: how many titles do you count? A prize to the correct guess!
Beware that girl
The girl on the train
The girl with the dragon tattoo
That girl’s bad news
Just look at those shoes
Who knows what next she’ll do
The girl who disappeared?
She’s the girl who took her
She’s behind all the missing girls,
Took ‘em sink, line, and hooker
Where are all those girls?
(Some say she keeps the girls in the garden)
And my pessimism please pardon,
but if one of these girls were to survive,
She’d for sure be the luckiest girl alive
But who was the girl before?
You ask what to call her?
Why, she’s the girl at war
She’s a girl underwater
She’s the girl with no name
Or is it the girl with seven names?
Or maybe the girl who was Saturday
Who living now can for sure say?
It’s enough to drive a search engine crazy
The pace with which these girlish titles come on
And more arise with each day, each no less the lazy
than the last. So instead be gone girl, gone!
( ©2017 Sean Dorsey )
This is a free-verse poem I wrote a while back (8-14-2014, to be exact). I was going to read it at an open mic event but the event was cancelled, so instead I share it here and now! The tone is happy and optimistic, by the way. It’s about how our dreams support us and keep us going. Never, never, never give up on them!
I tie myself down to my dreams
so that I can relieve the burden of reality
to stay afloat
above the restless seas of everyday life.
I wander through the forests of my imagination
so that I may find meaning and fulfillment
to be free
of the entangling tedium and check-marks.
I crawl through the burning desert
so that my thirst for excitement might be quenched
to discover water
that will keep me alive through the sweltering mundane.
I escape within and throughout my mind.
I am alive because of these yearnings.
And I rejoice at my fellow travelers.
( ©2016 Sean Dorsey )
In an effort to take the creepy out of the crawly, here’s my poem:
Our love is like a spider
Crawling ‘cross the leaves
All eight eyes a-rolling
At a joke together weaved
We make this life together
Web both clean and strong
And though we have but four legs
’Til six it won’t be long
( ©2016 Sean Dorsey )