Wednesday, July 20, 2011

The Dog I Love/ "Poe"

The Dog


He deserves royal treatment.

Knows of human needs,

reading tangled emotions

buried deep inside.

Helping to release

with a snuggle on a brisk morning,

a trick to laugh,

the simple tilt of his head.

But most of all,

Dog won't let me cry alone.

There at first sob

to lick cheeks,

the salt his treat,

to look with dark eyes

of simple understanding.


Words of no need.

Being is all.

His silence giving power within.

Untangling emotions,

his eyes sending

messages of only this moment to breathe.

1 comment:

Jackie said...

Poe is an absolute sweetheart! I can tell he is momma's baby! Lovely poem Darlene! Your words amaze me every-time!
hugs to my most creative friend!