Tired old dog strings along
gray muzzle huffing
hushing song birds.
Big head lolling
hips rolling
a sloppy mug hiding an old joke
he keeps to himself
I'm unwinding legs
from their rocking chair brain.
Feet caper crustily,
playing catch-up
with younger days.
Tired old dog is grinning again,
it sits itself down on the ground,
tail wagging trail dust
my way.
A dog biscuit and a smoke
hover ghost-like between us
certain tokens and signs
that we have walked a spell away
from the younger dogs
we imagined we were.
bright azure blue sky
cold, crisp air circulating
snow lies crustily
winter resists death struggle
no stopping boys sleigh riding
written January 23, 2022
entered "Bite Size No. 33" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier
Drifting Away
All alone one might think they stand in muddy water unclear
Now feeling like a drowned rat in time and not utter a peep,
Where all at once there might have been a wooden pier
Like a wooden driver pilings driven in still waters so deep.
Crustily, dusty and maybe even barnacled big and beside
Against a ravaging, descending shoreline as if it were cascading,
As though in silent trembling tenors when at once it was denied,
Then came in full force as if it was intended to be tending.
In courageous flow and dubious angles as in endless angles tilted
Against thundering tumultuous wind and wave at raging hand
Like the all elusive lost lonely lovers of long and been jilted
For all would think that they were stuck in between sea and land.
Written:25/04/2016