31 Jul
Cat’s Game
An original poem by Jennifer Clark Tinker
Scratch that game
It’s a cat’s game
No one gets fame
We’re all the same
It’s a cat’s game
It’s not that we’re lame
We played a good game
But the cat got it all the same
Who invited that cat?
Can we send it back?
It’s too hard to tame
The cat that got our game
No winner is proclaimed
And the cat is to blame
Here we are stuck with another cat’s game
27 Sep
Today I am linking up with the She Loves Magazine “I Am From” Synchroblog
I am from charging cords, from Legos, and stacks of Bibles.
I am from the clutter with pathways cut through.
I am from the parched grasses, the pecan tree whose long gone limbs I remember as if they were my own.
I’m from The Farming Game and quick wit, from Idella and Lenore.
I’m from creativity and rumination and long, drawn-out discussions.
I’m from preventing fires, and not being the boss of my brother, and wanting them to know we are Christians by our love.
I’m from summers in Massachusetts where I tried to forge pathways through muck.
I’m from Columbus, Ohio and from people whose waterways were first forged by the Mayflower, venison summer sausage and special carrots.
From a husband who saves turtles, a tireless servant of God, long letters tucked away that cut pathways for love to emerge.
Jennifer Clark Tinker 