Walked outside,
birds chirped
pretty bird,
pretty bird…
dog sniffed
for the perfect
patch of grass.
Shot-up
my senses
with their fix
of black coffee,
reflected on
how many
gazillion days
dawn worked
without a day off.
Breathed in deep
morning air,
she found
what she was looking for.
Originals are better than remakes.
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18 comments:
Nicely done.
...back coffee, yeah!
" how many
gazillion days
dawn worked
without a day off"
these are the Paulkian passages that primarily please, Pat. ;)
thank u pat....
neat poem....:)
great morning moments, even by the gazillion!
well done, pat!
in my case, it was a "he", and he would run through half the town to find his perfect patch. it's been years since he's gone, but still miss him sometimes...
Great job! Vivid images. Soon I'll travel to see my mom and aging irish setter. Finding the right spot is always a big deal.
love this
(i watch my cat on similar searches) :)
cheers
Thank you AA!!
Vaughn, gots to have the black coffee. One of the last addictions I maintain!!
Thanks David!!
Thanks Kai!!
Steve, a gazillion thanks!!
Polona, it's not hard to get attached to the little furry creatures. Thanks!!
Natalia, had 2 cockers. Lost one about 6 weeks ago and the other is barely hanging on. Geriatric pets have been an adventure. Wouldn't trade the loss, and the daily anticipation of the next loss for all the enjoyment they provided. Thank you!!
Peter, thank you for reading my poetry!! Your Dad has a pretty cool blog too!! Please, come back!!
Sharmagne, I'm not sure, but, I'm glad you found it now!! Thank you!!
Floots, the older they get the harder and longer it takes!! Thanks!!
hey pat
We all have our own ritual for the arrival of dawn, don't we?
Wonderful pat!
maybe she can share her secret
Very vivid- I enjoyed the poem.
I like this. Where your exclaiming on nature, but the last line shows it be a lot more poignent than that.
Pat, correct me if I am wrong, but even the most habitual of journeys is a search for new meaning and answers to questions we didn't know how to ask yet. Time passing repetitively, physical need coupled with the quest for the perfect place to fulfill that need, the ancient newness of birdsong at the end of winter, the endless replay of the dawn pagent - I think it was you who found what you were seeking, if only for a moment!
This is a familiar scene for me. I have two big Labs and I know that feeling of contemplating the universe in the great outdoors while they're doing their business. I enjoyed this!
she found
what she was looking for.
... wish I would too. nice one pat!
Hey Kai!!
QNT, yes ma'am we do!! Thank you!!
Shane, she's so old, she forgot!!
-r- thank you!!
Eating Poetry, that breath of air following her around is very poignant!!
WOW Russell!! I did get the poem out of it!!
Boulies,just another excuse to be outside!! Thanks!!
Thanks Luanne!! I have all confidence you will!!
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