My Dream Thirty-one years I yearned— For three hopeful ones, stuffed $20 bills in a knee sock hanging in my closet Finally, the call Thirteen wolfhound puppies, twelve days old I eased into the whelping box, settled under Mama’s careful eye What instinct drew you?
Oh our dogs! The love.what a wonderful way to remember with a poem. I still mourn my dog who looked a bit wolfhoundy even though I’m blessed with another dog who breaks my heart daily with love as well as drive me mad. Well done writing your poems daily. An inspiration to us all. Thank you.
Yes, I agree, Gilly. I still miss the big guy--and he's been gone 34 years--but my current dog is such a dear. She's 50% greyhound, 25% Airedale terrier, 12% Saluki, and 7% Scottish deerhound. We had her DNA done! But that 25% Airedale... she's stubborn, and DIGS. That part drives me nuts.
So sweet and so sad, that final stanza... as final stanzas (in life as in poetry) often are. I so love "150 pounds of love-goof"... as, clearly, did you!
So bittersweet. I know about missing my beloved pets. We're savoring the time we have with our 11 1/2 year-old shitzu-poodle mix girl. She is showing signs of dementia, and is somewhat incontinent unless we get her outdoors ever two hours or so during waking hours. (She shakes out of doggy diapers. I need to rig up some suspenders to use while she wear a halter to give poor Brad a break from all the dog walking.) She is still playful during walks and at feeding time, so we know she is happy. Once she becomes too disoriented, it'll be time to let her go, and neither of us are looking forward to this. Ugghhh! What a relationship this is, having beloved pets. They give us so much love and teach us about unconditional love, then leave us! Oh, Life!
Right! Thank you! I also did her weeklong challenge that just ended recently, where we painted 7 different times of one day. I got brave, and used an accordion book and had so much fun making pockets on some pages with painted objects to pull out of them. Sam inspires me! In what used to be my office--now I call it my studio--I have a second 2.5'x6' table set up with only art supplies, and a wonderful very bright light hanging from the ceiling which my husband put up for me. I'm trying all kinds of new materials to try and find my painting "voice"--what works best, hoping that my own style will emerge, as it did after writing for a while.
Dogs are the best friends ever. And yes, it's the worst when their lives end. Love this poem. Such gentle words for a rough and tumble relationship. Thank you.
I know in my heart that we can communicate--but most humans, including me, have lost the means, and I've had to settle for communion rather than direct communication. My three novels tell the story of a young girl who has than means. My memoir and novels are written under Skye Blaine, my legal name. The first one's called "Unleashed."
Oh our dogs! The love.what a wonderful way to remember with a poem. I still mourn my dog who looked a bit wolfhoundy even though I’m blessed with another dog who breaks my heart daily with love as well as drive me mad. Well done writing your poems daily. An inspiration to us all. Thank you.
Yes, I agree, Gilly. I still miss the big guy--and he's been gone 34 years--but my current dog is such a dear. She's 50% greyhound, 25% Airedale terrier, 12% Saluki, and 7% Scottish deerhound. We had her DNA done! But that 25% Airedale... she's stubborn, and DIGS. That part drives me nuts.
So sweet and so sad, that final stanza... as final stanzas (in life as in poetry) often are. I so love "150 pounds of love-goof"... as, clearly, did you!
I still miss the big guy.
Oh, such a story/poem! We are destined for our own unique special things, aren't we? Love this gorgeous photo of you two.
I love that photo. It was taken after we already knew we were going to lose him. I miss him still....
So bittersweet. I know about missing my beloved pets. We're savoring the time we have with our 11 1/2 year-old shitzu-poodle mix girl. She is showing signs of dementia, and is somewhat incontinent unless we get her outdoors ever two hours or so during waking hours. (She shakes out of doggy diapers. I need to rig up some suspenders to use while she wear a halter to give poor Brad a break from all the dog walking.) She is still playful during walks and at feeding time, so we know she is happy. Once she becomes too disoriented, it'll be time to let her go, and neither of us are looking forward to this. Ugghhh! What a relationship this is, having beloved pets. They give us so much love and teach us about unconditional love, then leave us! Oh, Life!
Oh Life! For sure!
We both are students of Samantha Dion Baker. We both did the 28 day self portrait art challenge.
Right! Thank you! I also did her weeklong challenge that just ended recently, where we painted 7 different times of one day. I got brave, and used an accordion book and had so much fun making pockets on some pages with painted objects to pull out of them. Sam inspires me! In what used to be my office--now I call it my studio--I have a second 2.5'x6' table set up with only art supplies, and a wonderful very bright light hanging from the ceiling which my husband put up for me. I'm trying all kinds of new materials to try and find my painting "voice"--what works best, hoping that my own style will emerge, as it did after writing for a while.
Dogs are the best friends ever. And yes, it's the worst when their lives end. Love this poem. Such gentle words for a rough and tumble relationship. Thank you.
Thank you, Joyce. I'm publishing a collection of poems that all have dogs in this this year. So many beloved dogs, so many losses!
And so much ❤️ love. Life is rich because we have dogs.
I agree!
I love reading your poetry and looking at your artwork. Keep it coming...it's something positive to look forward to.
And YOU have made my day! Truly! Thank you, Joyce. One question: how did you find me?
Achingly beautiful.
Thank you, Stephen. It was a rough time, losing my dream after only five years.
cross-species communion - what a way to express the human/animal connection!
I know in my heart that we can communicate--but most humans, including me, have lost the means, and I've had to settle for communion rather than direct communication. My three novels tell the story of a young girl who has than means. My memoir and novels are written under Skye Blaine, my legal name. The first one's called "Unleashed."
Beauty, grief and joy, all together.