The lovechild of a god and a poet
Your eyes in that photo
They spoke of kindness and innocence
The heart on your neck, I took as a sign
Only the heart became a diamond, pointed
Your eyes grew fierce, begging for a challenge
What do you need —
Patience?
My surest weakness
This you ask from me again and again
Stillness?
A most unnatural way
For a dogged scientist
If I could learn your tongue
Hear your thoughts, hold your feelings
Speak my devotion to you the way I know how
I yearn for our souls to meet
Wouldn’t then everything be alright?
Red hair and dark eyes
The way you rest your head on me
I do love you so
Yet your teeth are sharp and draw blood
I pray to discover the lessons you teach
Categories:
puppyhood, dog, growing up, love,
Form: Free verse
Babies and Dogs.
There was in England a fire in a dogs home most of the mutes
were rescued, but money was needed for a new kennel home.
So far 5 million pounds have been collected. I like animals had
a dog she lived till she was fourteen, my best friend and it knew
my moods before I did. Yet I can’t help thinking there are so
many destitute children in the world, in some places they starve
to death, as we have seen on TV. But it appears we will not think
of that. To be sorry for a homeless puppy is less taxing, easier to
cope with and less demanding. All we have to do is to let a dog
never grow out of puppyhood and needing us forever.
A sweet baby, on the other hand, has the irritating tendency to
grow up and become a sullen adolescence.
Categories:
puppyhood, birth, child, dog,
Form: Blank verse