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!
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."
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.
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.
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."
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.