Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Coax

Coax

Here, kitty, here, sweetie,
I’m calling you in from the dark,

my ankle shouldering
the screen door as it tries to close.

Honey, my dear dearie,
speaking of and to you sifts my voice

like powdered sugar,
the sound falls easily through the air.

I can crouch near the car
where you are, make kissing noises

with my mouth to coax
you out. When you are prepared,

sweetheart, come over here.
Yes, there are plenty of sudden movements

sponsored by gravity,
but none of them will come from me.

8 comments

  1. Oh, I can hear all this coaxing! And I love the gravity of the ending.

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  2. Congratulations on 800 posts, Hannah. Make at least 8000 more!

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  3. O my goodness...how many coaxes have I done in 4 years...endless numbers : )

    You are the best!

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  4. ah, the "voice like powdered sugar" bit is my favorite. Congrats on your 800th post!

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  5. I absolutely love this and couldn't be more thrilled that this is #800. Congratulations and best wishes for many, many more. :)

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  6. This makes me smile (along with the charming art hidden behind your link).

    We have two terriers: Westies. Coaxing is not in their vocabulary.

    So, you have written 800 poems just since you began blogging? Amazing! Congratulations.

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  7. I was just making those kissing noises to a certain mister pussy cat. xoxo

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  8. That's gorgeous, Hannah. I love the voice sifting like powdered sugar.

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