Sunlite Wanter Poet Prose Poetry

Insecurity

She is dear as she lies on the bed,
Given away – gray – clinging to someone new.
Someone new, reticent, afraid to be given away – again!
Not knowing the love in the heart of one who is also afraid
To lose her to have her recaptured for a mind changed.

She fluffs and peeks at me – my discovered little dog and I,
Given away needlessly by those who couldn’t bother,
Chased, caught, loved and treasured, not knowing her worth,
A ball of fluff to hold, always uneasy, passed around,
Like people little dogs with loyalty and heart to hold.

Her eyes deep, quizzical, wondering.

Longing to stay, never to leave.

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February 7, 2020 at 8:30 AM Hello! I’m a student in high school. I am currently working on a speech event where I am to preform poetry of other people in front of judges. I really liked your poem because I found it something very relatable to my topic and I like how well it was written. I was wondering if I could use your poem for this event. The title and your name will be given credit in my introduction. Sunlite Wanter February 11, 2020 at 10:15 AM I am so flattered that you liked my poem like this. I often wonder what my little girl is thinking. Sometimes her eyes are so quizzicle and sad.

Robert Lindley February 1, 2020 at 3:48 PM I love dogs and as a kid we usually had 3 or 4 . I remember crying when my dog Buster died. He was truly beloved and it hurt for a long time --I was 9 years old and my best friend had passed away.. Great prose my friend.. Sunlite Wanter February 11, 2020 at 10:16 AM I am so pleased to have your sweet comment.

Silent One January 26, 2020 at 4:06 PM Lovely poem about your dog.. Sunlite Wanter February 11, 2020 at 10:17 AM As I speak she is circled like a doodle but on our spare bed. Thank you!

Sandra Adams January 26, 2020 at 3:07 PM i love this....reminds me of my little girl, she belonged to a breeder was dumped off on someone who couldn't keep her because they had too many others already... lucky for me, she's mine for all time... lovely write Sunlite :) hugs Sunlite Wanter February 11, 2020 at 10:18 AM We do think of them as "little girls," or "boys," so much a part of life. Thank you.

Demetrios Trifiatis January 25, 2020 at 12:54 PM If only people were as loyal as Man's best friend dear, Sunlite. A tender poem expressing deep emotions and strong feelings! Wonderfully done! Sunlite Wanter February 11, 2020 at 10:19 AM I so appreciate your comment, and so does my little loved one.

Charles Messina January 24, 2020 at 11:18 PM Precious! I know they say "A dog is a man's best friend" But surely a pooch can be a women's best friend as well! Lovely write S.W. :) Hugs Charlie

Heidi Sands January 24, 2020 at 3:05 PM This is so special Sunlite. So true, how this can be. She sounds precious. Well written :)

Anne-Lise Andresen January 24, 2020 at 12:34 PM - She sounds so lovely Sunlite, she deserves the best - An adorable poem - Have a wonderful weekend :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Sunlite Wanter February 11, 2020 at 10:24 AM I'm late thanking you but no less appreciated...

Chris Green January 24, 2020 at 11:14 AM Such a beautiful poem about one who will always stay true to you no matter what. Loved this my friend. Sunlite Wanter February 11, 2020 at 10:26 AM Thank you so much for this warm comment.