Queen of Cups

I put away the tarot cards a long time ago.
They never offered much hope;
turning up too many swords,
and no cups on the cross.
These days I find hope in an owl cup
marked with stain of black to remember
another morning alive, and
in a grey cat cupped against my body
at night with pulsing purr reminding me
that happiness is a vibration we emit.

(napowrimo day 8….and response to prompts: http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/04/hope-and-places-that-heal-you.html and http://www.napowrimo.net/day-eight-4/)

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11 Comments

  1. So much comfort to be found in an owl cup and a purring cat. Lovely. Thank you for this heartwarming poem. It is such small pleasures that bring us comfort.

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  2. and if enough of us vibrate that frequency then perhaps our hope is multiplied.

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  3. I love this, especially from the “owl cup” down.

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  4. sanaarizvi

     /  April 8, 2017

    These days I find hope in an owl cup
    marked with stain of black to remember
    another morning alive

    Beautifully deep!❤️

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  5. Rosemary Nissen-Wade

     /  April 9, 2017

    As a sometime Tarot reader and a lover of owls and cats, what’s not to like here! 🙂 I especially love your last line.

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  6. Oh I love this. Comfort comes in owl and cat.

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  7. “happiness is a vibration we emit” that is the most hopeful thing I’ve read in awhile. Love it

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