Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly Poet Rhyme

Notes About The Poem

For more than 20 years I worked with homeless, neglected, abandoned, abused pets, fostering overall hundreds until a good, forever home was found for them. There are no words to describe the horrors I've seen nor are there words that can describe the feeling of helping the innocent who can't help themselves and placing them in a home where they will be loved for the rest of their days. This feeling is way beyond awesome. This poem is so surreal to me. I cried when I wrote it and I always cry when I read it. Children and animals need always a voice to speak for and to protect them. 

This is the clickable full size Google image url of this image from my Rhymetyme blog

Opting this time to 'link to' the full size image, instead of posting a mile long Google url. I like the ability to resize an image within a Google image link, but I don't care for Google's mile long urls. 

Pluses and minuses; pros and cons, are a part of life as are Janes and Johns! lol 

Colour My World

My world is cold and dark and grey.
The sun never shines to be happy and play.
The dark clouds hanging, always loom overhead,
Day after day, I ache with such dread.

No one to love me, not even care,
If I'm hungry or cold or lost somewhere.
I long for a petting, a gentle touch,
From someone that loves me; I long so much.

Each day I look for a rainbow to cross my sky,
A promise of someone that I'll catch their eye.
But as each day closes, hope fades, becoming slimmer,
Darker than night and its shadows, much dimmer.

But in my dreams as sleep overtakes,
I'm off to a land of no tears or heartaches.
In this "World Of Colour" is a rainbow glowing;
The sun always shines, not a cloud showing.

My heart is warmed with plenty of hugs.
I'm not even itchy from the biting bugs!
My bowl is full, garnished with treats;
My water is fresh, not from the streets.

My belly's not hurting from sickness or hunger.
There's someone to hold me when I'm scared of thunder.
A voice so kind of someone I hear,
Pleasant and cheerful, I harbour no fear.

A ball is thrown, a twig, a stick,
For me to fetch and return, reward with a lick.
My tail is wagging, overcome with joy;
Kisses by the dozens, I gladly deploy.

So much love, there's nothing I miss
In this "World Of Colour", this heavenly bliss!
But.. then I awake in the first grey of morn,
And sadly.. I've returned to the land of forlorn.

Art/poem by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
Poem: ©2010-07-15 19:16:26 (EST)
Image: ©2017-04-27
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Virginia Gelok February 17, 2022 at 4:55 PM I really enjoyed this this write. I knew exactly the animal that so needs to be loved and fed and warm and... I like to write thru the animals eye also. I hope to read more of your poetry.

Caren Krutsinger April 6, 2018 at 2:12 AM I have rescued over 28 dogs and 10 cats from shelters, and I have found good homes for them. I can see your spirit heart shining in this poem. Such empathy and love. WOW!!!!!!! Keep going! Some of us are waiting. Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly April 6, 2018 at 7:32 PM Lovely music to my ears, Caren, any/every time I hear animals have/are being rescued and placed in forever, loving homes. So many are in need. Your own spirit heart shines here in your comment as well my friend. This poem was written in the hopes more people would see and understand the undeserved plight of abandoned, neglected animals. Thank you for your positive feedback and encouragement. :) ~ Artsie xx