The music which flows/
from her soul knows* what her mind/
can’t articulate.
OR
*shows
The music which flows/
from her soul knows* what her mind/
can’t articulate.
OR
*shows
An adm’rals daughter,/
she still slept ‘neath bridges ’til/
she got herself straight.
In the relentless/
mind-numbing, thought-boring, I/
ask how to escape.
Folks drive for hours to/
float the creek that curls through my/
backyard. Why sit I?
My oldest son had to have his feisty little rescue dog, Veruca, put down today. He said “It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.” As a Dad (who also loved and appreciated her), I’ve had a surprising amount of sorrow. (Even now, it’s hard to post through all my tears). These poems reflect my feelings.
Why No Dogs
My son,
now a dad,
has to put down
his good old dog today.
Now I understand
why I,
as a dad,
never wanted to have dogs
when my kids were growing up.
Saying goodbye
is just
too damn hard.
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Dog Gone Hidden Crying
If I go take a/
shower no one can see the/
sad tears I’m crying.
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I’m Proud of You, Son
We all can avoid/
doing what we should./
It takes a real man/
to do the hard things.
Or, in haiku form:
We can all avoid/
doing what we should. Only/
real men do hard things.
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Not What I’d Wish For Any Dog
His dog was put down./
All said: “Rest” In Peace, but that’s/
not what I’d wish. “RUN!“
You may,
on the daily,
learn what He wants you
to do.
You may
obey
His call,
but that’s all.
Then what?
Do you sit on your butt?
Do you fill in your life’s gaps
with mindless crap?
I could delight
and write.
Creation
might bring my soul elation.
Or do I waste time
doing things less sublime?
Creating my inner “duuuuuhhhh”
with social media?
Or watch sports,
or comedy shorts,
or other junk to see
on TV?
When I do nichts
it makes my heart sick.
When I create
my soul feels great!
So why
don’t I
at least try?
You do what you should./
Then what? Do you stretch yourself?/
Or fill gaps with fluff?
To have what you believe
About you
Validated,
Verified,
Affirmed
And applauded;
To be told that what you think
God thinks
About you
Is correct,
True,
Right,
And fantastic;
To be substantiated
By others
Who see you
From different views,
And perspectives,
And elevations,
And like what they see;
To have your vision
Of you
And His vision
For you
Confirmed
By those who believe
Instead of debated
And denied
By unbelievers
Who can’t (or won’t) see
What He knows you are;
To have your group,
Your posse,
Your tribe,
Your true friends
Support,
Believe,
Honor,
Respect,
And sustain
YOUR (and His) truth about you:
This is a good thing.