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A Poem for
Humanists & Idealists
Janette wrote the poem Spark to provide hope, a sense of purpose, and a feeling of fellowship to idealists and all people who desire a more humanistic world (to learn more about humanism, you can read this UNESCO report on humanism by the United Nations Educational, Scientific, and Cultural Organization or the Wikipedia entry). Shakespeare fans will recognize that my poem Spark has an iambic pentameter poetic format which is very pleasing to the ear and enjoyable to read. Please let Janette know if you like it by writing to her on this sites' Contact Us page.
Spark is available for just 99 cents at Amazon's Kindle Store as an eBook. Kindle eBooks can be easily read on any PC, Mac, laptop, notebook, tablet, smartphone or Kindle device.
Janette finds that there is always more to write about the beloved cat, and her latest labor of love is a two sonnet poem about cats written in iambic pentameter which was also a favorite poetic form of the great William Shakespeare. (The poem was also written in memoriam to honor her cat Magic who left this earth too early. A few pictures below.)
Note: Some iambic pentameter poets "who know the rules to break the rules" will reverse the soft and hard stress in a two-syllable "foot" (called inversion) or add an extra syllable (beat) for dramatic effect as Janette did in a few places.
Once Mortal Enemy,
Now Immortal Friend
A Two Sonnet Poem
by Janette Noelle Dean
With magic eyes that seem to touch the soul,
The cat's transfixed us since our human dawn.
Its silent, deadly chase, though, brought much woe;
We'd had to outwit it or soon be gone!
One glimpse, one shadow, of its stealthy form
Would seize our breath and stop us in our tracks;
For any second, we could be the warm,
Needed meal their sharp claws and fangs made lax.
We chuckle now at games of cat and mouse
But don't forget, we once were feline prey
When their blood-curdling shriek and fatal pounce
Too often meant we'd lived our final day.
Then ten some thousand years ago, a size
Was met who did not aim for our demise.
Repeatedly seen hanging 'round our towns,
The small and happy lounger acted calm.
Such peaceful ways began to lift our frowns,
Its transformation was a healing balm!
Satiated on rodents near our grain,
The predator no longer posed a threat;
And the instinct to fear it left our brain
As we began a bond we'd not regret.
It was for love of such masterpieces
That we then kept cats as our very own.
With beauty, grace, and charm that never ceases,
They're treasured family who kept their throne.
Old foe, old nemesis, with softest fur,
Who'd have believed we'd ever make you purr?
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