to feel you lying
the length of me.
I reach out my hand
and find not flesh
You have been replaced
by canine devotion.
This is an interesting example of ‘living poetry.’ People ask how I can come up with a poem every day, and I say I see them everywhere. This morning, completely dazed with sleep, this happened, I muzzily composed this poem as I reflected on the surprise, and then fell back to sleep. When I finally got up, there it was, ready to share.
damn, that’s cold haha, I like this
This morning my cup of tea
was spilt by the enthusiasm
of a small black dog
writhing with joy
at the touch of my hand…
…well perhaps he’s not so small any more…
Thanks Shawn. You’re right 🙂
They do writhe with their joy, don’t they?
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“People ask how I can come up with a poem every day, and I say I see them everywhere.”
I love it. It is absolutely beautiful.
Daw. I love this. :3
I get more Feline devotion and admiration however unlike my Man-Friend the cats do not snore! But it would be more fun to spend more time with him. One day! LOL!!
I compose poems in my sleep/semi-sleep too. Trouble is, when I wake-up they seem to evaporate & when I try to scribble them down, they just don’t ‘feel’ the same.
I’ve been lucky recently.
Sometimes I lose them, but quite often they return.
I resonate with this except rather than stretched along the length of me is usually more like wound around my feet in a ball of fluff! You guessed it – feline devotion! And there’s the wet nose that pokes in your face – that’s the canine bit although the devotion from me to her dies at that moment! lol! 🙂
Since I’m allergic to cats, I would be the one dying, as my breath was choked out of me, if I was an object of feline devotion.
Shawn, podunk poetry is restless around.
I help not but birdy make sound.
Silly, willy, nilly, billy
high atop cold hilly.
Good dog, not dead dog
Lie like log.
You inspired this. Thank you.
Sorry, it’s this….