Little tiger Mojo won’t go beyond the corkscrew willow, while I wander to the end, to the garden gate, lean against the warm wood and watch a boat bob, tethered by a frayed rope that clink clink clinks. The long grass beneath the silver birch is a mass of dots, forget-me-nots and pink weeds the name of which is lost to the breeze that ruffles the wild meadow into a pointillist frieze. Mojo waits for me, patting dandelions, perhaps wishing she was a lion. She follows me back into the house, tail up, happy little squeaks emitting from her little tiger mouth. Kim M. Russell, 20th June 2023



It’s Tuesday at the dVerse Poets Pub, where our Poetics host is Sarah, and we’re writing about what makes us happy.
Sarah tells us that one of the things from lockdown that she wanted to keep hold of was taking pleasure in small things, such as a regular walk. She also tells us about a book she read recently, in which the author asked a number of friends to tell her three things that made them happy – and then wove them into poems.
That’s our challenge: choose three things that make us happy or, if there’s somebody else around, ask them for three things that make them happy, and write a poem, weaving in those three things. We can tell our readers what they are, or leave them to guess.
Sarah has given us a couple of delightful examples from the book.
BY THE WAY, DON’T FORGET THAT WE HAVE TWO OPPORTUNITIES TO SHARE A POEM AT OLN LIVE THIS WEEK; THE FIRST IS ON THURSDAY AND THE SECOND IS ON SATURDAY.
Mojo looks such a darling, Kim! I love the pics and certainly these would make anyone happy. A beautiful write.
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Thank you, Punam!
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My pleasure.
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Sounds like you and Mojo had a perfectly wonderful little excursion…love the details, Kim!
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She hasn’t been out for the last few days as there is work going on in our garden. Hopefully, after the summer break, I’ll write about it and include some photos.
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Oh, exciting! We are putting a new deck on the back of our house this summer 🙂
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We had the same ideas! What a sweetie Mojo is.
I love how you describe your wandering to the gate to watch the boat bob, and her joy when you reappear.
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She is indeed a sweetie. At the moment she’s on David’s lap listening to Journey!
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And Ricky is on my lap! 🙂
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🙂
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I like Mojo, just from your write and then the picture touches up the color. That’s a clever thought, does the cat wish it were a lion (tiger also??).
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Sometimes she acts like a lion when next door’s cat comes into our garden.
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Little sweetheart 🐱
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Smiles and purrs.
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That kind of Mojo is the best. ❤
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Definitley!
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Luv this happy poem
Much💚love
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Thanks Gillena. Much love to you too.
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I began reading the most recently posted poems working back to the first … I am in awe of how nature, the peaceful things in life, friendship, loving figured so prominently in the poetry. Yours is a beauty.
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hanks you very much, Helen!
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Cute poem.
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Thank you, Maria!
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All good. (K)
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Thanks Kerfe!
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I love your tiger cat! The ending of your poem is perfect! Well done, Kim.
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Thank you, Dwight.! I love my little tiger too.
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We had one just like him for 15 years.
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😍😍😍I was so happy to find my assumption correct that Mojo is a cat. She is dear. I love the wording you chose and the way it flows together like a spring day.
This is my favorite part: “Mojo waits for me,
patting dandelions,
perhaps wishing she was a lion.”
🦁🥰❤️
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Thank you so much, Melissa! I have two cats, the other one is Luna and Mojo is the youngest. She is a proper little character. Both cats are shy of other humans but very loving to us. Lap cats, the pair of them.
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Lovely!! I hope you never lose your Mojo.
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Thank you! Me too!
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I love those white dots and the pink ones that have lost their name. That’s wild to me, the kind of thing that makes me happy. Our Trixie doesn’t go far these days. She’s fifteen now and has her dignity to preserve. The mad one has never gone outside. It frightens her.
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They haven’t been going out so much recently as we’ve had workmen in removing the asbestos roof off a very old shed before it was demolished, Now there are other workmen laying a patio and putting up fences and trellis. Luna and Mojo are so shy of strangers., they hide under the bed until they’ve gone. Luna was out most of the night and Mojo slept on the bed with me as usual.
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So wonderful to have a furry companion following you around, Kim! They know how to make themselves cute and lovable!
Hank
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Thank you Hank!
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How lovely, I was with you and Mojo at your garden gate and the photos are a bonus 🙌
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Thank you!
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Excellent. This was a joy to read!
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Thank you, Jennifer!
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Aw, so sweet!
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Thanks Christine!
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Oh NO!
It’s … Cuteness Overload!
❤
David
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Mojo is very cute. She’s seven now and has retained some of her kitten qualities.
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“ruffles the wild meadow
into a pointillist frieze.”
Beautifully said, Kim!
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Thank you, Sara!
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