The aim if this blog is to write about the commonplace, quotidian parts of life using highfalutin forms of poetry.
Saturday, March 16, 2013
puppy walking pantoum
my puppy pulls me into the present
through thick summer mud that sucks at my shoes
across slippery stones that span the trickling creek
under sunshine that squeezes sweat from my brow
out of thick summer mud that sucks at my shoes
across a path peering out from leafy detritus
under sunshine that sighs against cool cheeks
into overlooks aflame with autumnal fire
across a path peering out from rotting detritus
we duck through the door before daylight closes
into overlooks squelched by snowy extinguish
through air that nips and bites my fingertips
we duck through the daylight door left ajar
across slippery stones that span the rushing creek
into overlooks awake with springtime wonder
my puppy pulls me into the present
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