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the languid eyes of the pet dog tell a story
he has
been here before, and the day before
of times
he would wag his tail and run around
the sight
of his man-friend a moment of pure joy
like a
bone he crushes letting the bone-barrow escape in bliss
but these
eyes are eyes of resignation and quiet aloofness
he was
once the darling, hardly morose in this aloofness
his heart
once an open book to be read a love story
believing
always that pain wouldn’t outlive bliss
but can
pain reincarnate into a pain felt before?
Or is it
that into the vacuum of pain is filled joy?
Or is it
that love, like an eagle, circles around?
the pet
dog sits by idly, immobilized by nonchalance around
this
neighbourhood harbours eyes sunken in aloofness
their
footsteps calculated with the staccato of pretentious joy
their
breasts unmoved by a story detached by their own story
this dog
once knew love and trusted before
this dog
once felt the rhythmic throb of a heart in bliss
the pet
dog’s friend moves about in feigned bliss
he
remembers vaguely of the love they shared around
by God,
he also remembers how fulfilled he felt before
and now,
like a ship with broken sail he rides in aloofness
isn’t his
story entwined in his dog’s story?
Or is it
possible to feel happy without the dog’s joy?
but the
light footsteps of the dog’s friend lacks joy
and his
smile through his teeth is anything but bliss
for
during the day, he slugs along life as a painful story
amid the
concrete walls, the barricaded gates around
the
tangible evidence of a world unashamedly parading aloofness
he knows
this too well, for he knows the race of his heart before
the dog
keeps on lying on his paws like never before
waiting
and waiting for his friend’s Joy
uncertain
about the time inclusiveness will replace aloofness
hoping
and hoping in a dog’s world for the past bliss
nibbling
at the morsel of love scattered in the crevices around
reliving
past joys, rehashing what once was a glorious story
after
what appeared to be a long philosophical rumination on bliss
the dog
skirted the idea and flipped it around
he
thought, “ah, my wag will better illustrate this story”.
c) Lorot Salem/ echoes of the hills 2015
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Prompt: Poets United Midweek Motif: Mercy
Poet's Notes:
The prompt has invited poets to write a poem on the subject of Mercy. I decided to try a sestina.
c) Lorot Salem/ echoes of the hills 2015
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Prompt: Poets United Midweek Motif: Mercy
Poet's Notes:
The prompt has invited poets to write a poem on the subject of Mercy. I decided to try a sestina.
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5 comments:
I LOVE sestina, and yours is no exception. I enjoyed being in the thoughts of the dog--until the lighter toned ending that is. But maybe I don't know enough about dogs and how easily they can change their moods. Looking for the theme of mercy here--is it in the dog's wish for renewed bliss?
How well the dog echos the heart of his friend. Man may not lay on the ground in a lifeless heap but his spirit does. This was a fantastic portrayal of man's empty state. I hope the dog has better days.
They are often like mirrors of our feelings. They also heal us, huh? Lovely; so lovely!
I love the ending. My heart was hurting for the dog, lying in wait for some affection and recognition, aloof and waiting for his distracted master to remember he is a living being whose heart longs for love. The love a dog so effortlessly gives, as in his decision to wag his tail to "better illustrate this story". It is SUCH a joy to see you writing again, Grandson.
Such a lovely last line - animals often 'know' without all the grey areas of language...and excuses..
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