Anne-Marie Coreggia Poet Free verse

Pitter Patter On My Heart

Pitter-Patter on my Heart

Do not believe that your size in any way
diminishes the depth of my affection for you.
Some may say you are mere eating-pooping machines
but ever since you traipsed into my life a year ago
you’ve been pitter-pattering high and low
weaving circles all around my heart,
and your joyful ‘popcorn’ jumps
bring color to my dreams.

From you I know I couldn’t live apart. 
Even your failed escapes from 
the kitchen into the lounge where 
I in vain try not to lose sight of you 
tug at my old forgiving heart. 

My duties to you I do not take lightly,
and know, Coco, Phoebe, that you can always
nibble at my paws, just remember to pause before 
any mild irritation you should cause. And please
 forgive me if on occasion I stare enviously 
at bits of carrots and apples for some 
reason they won’t let me share;
but fear not, for parsley and 
cilantro I do not care.
						
Now let me clear the air,
whoever thinks that love and friendship
reside in the human heart alone
has never met you and me
my chatty little piggies.  

Your loving canine friend, 
Sasha


P.S. Please, do no pine for your birthplace in the Andes,
that’s a smoke dream that could only turn you
into some deep-fried or grilled 
Peruvian delicacy.

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James Inman April 25, 2017 at 12:29 PM Really cute Anne-Marie. One of my favorite dogs was a black collie that looked very much like the one in the photo. Anne-Marie Coreggia April 25, 2017 at 4:40 PM Bonjour James. Collies are remarkably smart dogs. Sasha is an old Shetland Sheepdog who is just missing a voice, so I thought I would lend her mine:)

Lisa Ricci April 17, 2017 at 2:39 PM Good Afternoon Anne-Marie. I love this. Yes, pets so provide love and enhance our lives. The heal the soul and heart. I enjoyed your words of truth. As I always like to see the beauty in life I found your words loving and yes beautiful not to mention fitting. PS how grand is that attached image. Very. Well done in its entirely. Have a great night. Anne-Marie Coreggia April 17, 2017 at 8:49 PM Thank you so much for your heartfelt comments, Lisa, they warm my heart.

Joseph C Ogbonna April 17, 2017 at 3:18 AM Anne, this poem of yours aptly describes the dog as man's best friend. I don't think I have come across any other poem or write-up that gives an accurate description of the dog's relationship with its master as this one. Anne-Marie Coreggia April 17, 2017 at 2:36 PM Bonjour Joseph, thank you so very much for this lovely comment. Sasha is a dog only in name, I believe this Sheltie has a heart of gold and a love for all, people and animals of all sizes.

Ravi Sathasivam April 17, 2017 at 2:55 AM Excellent. A lovely poem to read it. Thanks for sharing it. Anne-Marie Coreggia April 17, 2017 at 2:32 PM Thank you Ravi for your appreciative comments.

Robert Lindley April 15, 2017 at 9:37 PM LOVELY, SPIRITED AND APPRECIATIVE POEM. Tru mark of a person how deeply and sweetly they can and do love their pet(s). So very creative and sincere are these fine verses! A7 Anne-Marie Coreggia April 17, 2017 at 2:20 PM Thank you so much Robert for your kind comments. The truth is they bring us so much joy that we are very lucky to have this friendly little menagerie:)

Maria Williams April 15, 2017 at 1:25 AM What a sweet way Sasha has of writing to her friends Coco and Phoebe, and how lucky they are having a friend like her. Anne-Marie Coreggia April 15, 2017 at 10:46 AM Yes, Maria, they are in 'good hands' with Sasha, but we still have to be very careful with our other dog who barely tolerates them, and did for a long time consider them as a mere snack:)

Anil Deo April 14, 2017 at 10:15 PM Hope the Guinea Pig takes your advice to heart. If not it will be in some human's stuffed stomach. Love your friendships ... because they are a blessing. Shalom Anne-Marie Coreggia April 15, 2017 at 10:44 AM Yes Anil, they sure are a blessing. The only problem is that they are little pooping machines and I am part of the poop patrol now:)

Emile Pinet April 14, 2017 at 12:32 PM Your thoughts come alive and breathe within your words. An absolute delight to read with a natural flowing cadence that welcomes the experience. Emile. Anne-Marie Coreggia April 14, 2017 at 4:50 PM Emile, that is so kind of you to say. I was really trying to give Sasha a voice. I she could only talk . . . :)

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart April 14, 2017 at 8:50 AM Lovely pen Anne-Marie! :) xomo! Anne-Marie Coreggia April 14, 2017 at 4:50 PM Thanks for your comment Maureen:)

Chris Green April 14, 2017 at 8:43 AM This was cute and the picture is adorable. But tell the truth, did Sasha really write this poem? :) Really nice Anne Marie Anne-Marie Coreggia April 14, 2017 at 9:32 AM Sasha is a 14 year old Sheltie who is smarter and wiser than me. She dictated practically every word:)

Solomon Ochwo-Oburu April 14, 2017 at 7:52 AM A lovely poem this one is, Anne-Marie, It sends me to sleep with imaginations Anne-Marie Coreggia April 14, 2017 at 9:17 AM Glad you liked it but you said it sends you "to sleep"? Is it time for bed in your neck of the world?