Open Poetry #33 |
Blind Dogs- Demolished and reconstructed |
Contabo Member
since 2001-11-21
Posts 159 |
I can't do this anymore....it's too painful. Blind Dogs It’s the blue...that cataract vacancy which gives up eyes weeping fixedly on drops of familiarity hemorrhaging from arterial memories coaxed into the synapses milk bone patient connecting commands with rewards and pats with love......... then it's over. Contabo |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
my heart, it lies upon the floor. Susan Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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Pell Member
since 2001-09-16
Posts 134Pacific NW |
*sobs* I have no kids, I have pets. It is so rewarding to see them grow and to grow with them... and so very, very hard to let those unconditional friends go. Harder still to imagine a life ending in darkness, having known only cruelty as answer to that love. ack, I gotta find a kleenex... Hug you |
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Contabo Member
since 2001-11-21
Posts 159 |
Susan and Pell....thank you. I really had to rewrite this one....I wanted to do that poor little dog some kind of justice. Contabo |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Contabo, you really are going to make me cry. This poor creature. But, the poem was better....even though it really, really is heartwrenching. |
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