This dream world of a dog

This dream world of a dog…

In his sleep tonight as usual his legs old now with
years of a dogs life and living
back legs begin to shuffle along
as if running
Where do you run my lovely one ?

How can I know perhaps the last journey is
close at hand or better yet into greener fields
Or in older memories with me
of the thousands of such miles
Who can know

Truth be told I will miss you greater
than most people I know or ever could
Will I clip a lock of golden hair after
for memories all my own

I only know this that I would gladly go
along with you now
Old now perhaps this world is done with us both
so that we may both lay in dreams

Our legs twitching our voices low and calling out
Until once again
We return
Young and full of the need to search out
and even find those green fields

 

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Sometime in my life, I started to write about my life journey, in poetry, in story perhaps to sort them out and enter them into a place of safekeeping. The soul of the writer is perhaps best described in their words, emotions and thoughts. If these poems or stories touch something inside you then maybe I have succeeded in sharing. I will not write about my self in profile, because self isn't so important in writing. Only the journey in words and the sharing are important. Why would we say "Now about me!"... I'd rather write about life, nature, serenity ...

2 thoughts on “This dream world of a dog

  • October 3, 2020 at 4:18 PM
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    I recently lost my companion and I fully appreciate your poem. Thank you Ed your poem is inspiring. Jamie

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  • October 8, 2020 at 2:52 AM
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    Ed, this poem is both beautiful as well as heartbreaking. I have lost two dogs and a cat in the last year. Such a sad time everytime you lose a companion. Time passes too quickly.

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