Eternal Saki

[lavendertook]

To comfort me, my talented friend of singing words jan_u_wine linked me to this verse from Omar Khayyam:

And fear not lest Existence closing your
Account, and mine, should lose, or know the like no more;
The Eternal Saki from the Bowl has pour'd
Millions of Bubbles like us, and will pour.



I did not take her name name from this verse naming Khayyim's cupbearer from The Rubiyat, and was not familiar with this verse. My Saki's name comes from the Japanese name Murasaki, the first name of the writer of The Tale of Genji. The name means "lavender" which is close to lilac, because I thought Saki was a lilac-point mix siamese, until delux_vivens convinced me Saki was a torti-point siamese, like her dear Nutmeg, a variety I was not aware of. I dream my friends Saki and Delux are finding comfort in each other--I hope Nutmeg doesn't mind.



jan_u_wine followed this verse with a poem it inspired from her pen/keyboard in honor of my Saki and to soothe my heart:

A POURING



A slender moon
rides lemon-low

upon the dark brow
of the sky;

the fierce diamond
of Venus, breath-close,

morse-coding
her companionable
love.

Flame-burdened
leaves

bid scudding farewells
to the trees that of late
embraced them,

the lake-frog's
unaccountable bass
falls to silence within
a veiling of cotton'd cat-tails.

The turtles have hidden
the treasure-boxes
of themselves

inside chocolate
mud.

It is fall.

I walk here,
remembering you,

one of a million bubbles
that have poured

(that will pour!).

See,
the thing is:

you
were my bubble,

the iridescent multi-colored
dream

of my life,
the four-footed
bringer of things

I can not name,
things

that only the song
of you,

beside me,
might summon.

Float away,
now,

my friend,
gently.

I will hear your voice,
still,

and feel your touch.

Like cradling arms,
the bubble of you

surrounds me.

Eternal Saki,

pour.


My bubble.


The iridescent multi-colored dream of my life.


The four-footed bringer of things I cannot name.


Things that only the song of you beside me might summon.


I will hear your voice still, and feel your touch.


Like cradling arms, the bubble of you surrounds me. Eternal Saki.

Thank you so much for this song, Jan. It hurts so much, and your beautiful gift brings comfort.

Do not miss Jan-u-wine's beautiful Tolkien inspired book here. It's a beautiful book.

Comments

[lavendertook.livejournal.com]

She loved climbing into plastic bags, almost as much as climbing into plastic crates. Though her last days I had to help her to get into her favorite little crate, her pirate ship that I'd carry her around in. Unlike most cats, she wasn't that interested in climbing into cardboard boxes. For her it took plastic to meet her fancy. I'm glad I spent time carrying her around in her little crate her last couple of nights before the surgery.

It's a very moving poem Jan gifted us, and with Saki's sparkling face. My little bubble. It's so hard without her.

[mechtild.livejournal.com]

When she got in the bags, did she like the sound it made?

[lavendertook.livejournal.com]

That was part of the appeal for her when younger, but not as much in her later years. Mainly I think she liked the feel of plastics, and as for the bags, she liked getting in them, though she liked getting into and being carried in her plastic crates, and sometimes swung around, even more. Flicking a toy in with her made it even better. (-:

[mechtild.livejournal.com]

How funny! I love it when our kitties make me laugh. :)

[lavendertook.livejournal.com]

She was a great clown.

Moo can be very funny when in her winsome moods--she toggles between being a winsome toddler and an angry teen, Miss Moody Moo. I'm hoping more of the cute toddler wins out now that she doesn't have Saki to be jealous of and compete with anymore, but that remains to be seen. I don't think she has been mourning Saki--they didn't quite like each together, but they were still family and tentatively touched noses at times, and she reacted to the disturbance in the Force from Saki's absence by being more aloof, and hissing at Tuxie some, but has been coming around more the past couple of days.

But a little attention would usually set my socially clever Saki off into clowning and performing and back and forth conversations with me.

[mechtild.livejournal.com]

Ha! "Moody Moo"!