Your table manners were atrocious
staring me down with jaw agape
not interested in your own fare
and only concerned with my plate-
how I miss your gormless face
hot breath dripping spittle shake
stiff-legged stretches at sunrise
forever ready to run your race
purloining food to swiftly escape
you were almost famous
and yet so rarely awake.


10 thoughts on “Serenity

  1. Your poetry is too deep for me, I have to admit. Yet for some reason I am drawn to it. There is something peculiar and bizarre about it. For several times I wanted to comment, but I just couldn’t find the words to do it justice. Should I give up trying so hard?

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    1. 🙂 I don’t know why but the description of ‘peculiar and bizarre’ really tickles me pink, thank you. Honestly, I’m just flattered that anyone reads this stuff. If something I wrote prompts you to reply, go for it and don’t overthink it. I value any feedback, not matter how obscure. 🙂

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  2. “She won’t fetch! She’s not supposed to keep the football! She’s not doing it properly!”

    I sighed. “You just kicked it to her… why would she want to give it you back? Besides, she knows it’s more fun, for both of you, if you have to get it off her!”

    “But that’s not how it’s done!”

    I sighed more audibly this time. “That’s canines for you – never read the damn books!”

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