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Silence wider / than all mistakes.
If you know someone well /enough you don't / ever have to miss them.
The space around the poem / is best.
Today a field of gossamer full moons.
The cat's tail sweeps me up.
If we spend more time with the dirt / everything will hurt less.
I told the boy / I had a bad dream. / He said, have a new one.
Today's ArtSpeak: FOLK ART poem features a dog! A while back I ordered a book about Florida's self-taught artists, and this week I pulled it off the shelf. The artist I've selected, Rodney Hardee, is from Lakeland, where I once lived...and in the area I will soon be traveling when I drive my mom to her 60 year high school reunion. A cat piece of Rodney's is currently on sale at Ebay. Maybe you know the dog I've written about. :)
That Darn Dog
our neighbor's dog barks
all night
what is he saying?
lake laps its usual music
garden goes on unfurling
moon makes no answer
we hear you, Dog,
I say inside my head
go to sleep now
I'll bring you doggie treats
in my dreams
for a moment
the night is still, serene
but it never lasts
our neighbor's dog barks
all night
All night? Arg!! The doggie by Rodney Hardee goes perfectly with your poem. Hope your mom enjoys her reunion! xo
ReplyDeleteI have known that dog at various times of my life. :) And Grace Notes is going on my TBR right now. Thank you! Have a wonderful trip with your mom. ❤️
ReplyDeleteYes, I know that dog, though when I finally sleep, he doesn't interrupt! Love the art & the 'doggie treats/in my dreams'!
ReplyDeleteI like the question you ask - what is he saying? It makes me wonder, too.
ReplyDeleteI love how there is a little love for the dog with a willingness to bring treats. Nice.
ReplyDeleteThe lake, the garden, and the moon hear the dog but are not bothered...what do they know that we don't? Or maybe we need to learn to listen the way they do...
ReplyDeleteIrene, I have never had a dog but remember as a child the neighbor's dog who barked incessently along with his owner who played the bagpipes whenever he felt like it. Wow, I forgot those noises until now. "Love these lines, for a moment/the night is still, serene/but it never lasts." Enjoy your trip with your Mom.
ReplyDeletebut it never lasts
I love that moon doesn't answer. :)
ReplyDeleteI love that I can read your poem backwards and forwards with a slightly different spin!
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