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    Cat's Cradle
    Cat's Cradle
    Cat's Cradle
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    Cat's Cradle

    By Renate Model

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    Poetry is my link to all of life. It is the sea in my body, the touch
    of people, even those I dont know, the wonder of place. Each poem
    is a deeper breath, and I am grateful for it. I love words. They glisten like shattered glass, like glass splinters, they have the power to wound.
    I steal time from a demanding law practice to write, photograph, tend
    my family, my garden and four rascally dachshunds.

    The first time I read Renate Models poems was when we both were on a Riverboat cruise down the Mississippi. I was pleasantly surprised to find such beautiful poetry in such a romantic setting. Renates poetry is beautifully laid out with evocative imagery that reflects on love and loss. Renate is a poet who wants to be understood and as such is approachable. Her poems are musical and yet, not singing. They flow like lilac honey, yet they are also bittersweet like an old photograph. You should read her poetry it is like experiencing an orchid-eyed Zebra.
    Dave Duggan, Webmaster@lovepoetry.com

    Renate Models robust imagery and compelling juxtaposition
    of phrase create a riveting atmosphere, drawing the reader in to share
    fully in the emotion evoked in each of her poems.

    Gerard Belliveau, Assistant Chief
    Librarian for General Research,
    New York Public Library, (retired)
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateSep 1, 2011
    ISBN9781463449544
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      Cat's Cradle - Renate Model

      CAT’S CRADLE

      Renate model

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      AuthorHouse™

      1663 Liberty Drive

      Bloomington, IN 47403

      www.authorhouse.com

      Phone: 1-800-839-8640

      © 2011 by Renate Model. All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

      First published by AuthorHouse 08/27/2011

      ISBN: 978-1-4634-4872-1 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4634-4871-4 (hc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4634-4954-4 (ebk)

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2011914140

      Printed in the United States of America

      Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

      Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock.

      This book is printed on acid-free paper.

      Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

      Contents

      THE FEAST

      Apricots

      Mi Tierra

      Your Beginning

      Love Song

      Starfish

      Love Song II

      THAT SUMMER

      P.M.

      IMAGE

      The Early Park

      SEPTEMBER

      Dominoes

      STAY

      Language

      UNDER ASHES

      ECHOES

      Lies

      CAT’S CRADLE

      JOHN’S LEAP

      EL HACEDOR*

      LEAVING HANDEL

      MOURNING PICTURE

      ALICE, MAY 30, 1970

      THE RITUAL

      THE ADVERSARY

      DIGGING

      DAVID IN TAOS

      CHILD PLAY

      Lost Angel

      TO M, AGING

      THE POPCORN VENDOR

      THE VISIT

      MOURNING E

      SEPIA*

      SEPTEMBER 11, 2001

      BILL HANSON

      THE CHOSEN

      For Victor, dying

      To W.R. WILKINS on KEN SLEIGHT

      VICTOR

      Soldier

      MOVING TARGETS

      THE PAINTED ARK

      PEARS

      DEATH OF A WHITE BEAR

      HIGH MEADOW

      BERRIES

      RIVER OF CLOUD

      HAWK

      BLUE HERON

      READING ASPEN

      KOI

      SPENT POPPIES

      INVASION

      KING SNAKE

      A GIFT OF AMBER

      DACHSHUND MORNING

      TAPESTRY

      LAPS TO EXTINCTION

      I. CAT’S CRADLE

      What, not awake?

      My touch has been too light.

      You woke me with a glance,

      yesterday.

      THE FEAST

      What went wrong? Carefully,

      carefully

      the cloth was laid,

      smooth but for two folds, two

      low ridges, face to face,

      then the knife,

      polished,

      polite,

      and the waiting bread.

      Apricots

      She

      brought him apricots

      even in winter

      when the fruit was small,

      sometimes

      walking two miles

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