Geezer
Geezer
Mar 22, 2012

Gone...

MY eyes/ DON'T see /YOU where /YOU used /TO be [Iambic-pentameter]

YOUR face/ IS not/ SO clear/ NOW as/ IT was/ BE/fore

do NOT/ think BAD/ of ME/ forGIVE [trochee-tetrameter

Tell ME/ that THIS/ shall PASS/ aWAY

About This Poem

Last Few Words: This is written for Barbara's Meter workshop. It is also a catharsis. I had to give my dog Dancer away, and after writing this, I finally cried.

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Direction: What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: New York State - USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Poe

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Comments

Geezer

I thought that the title was appropriate. Everytime I look for her, she's gone. Thanks for the read and comment, ~ Gee

Esker

Esker

13 years 1 month ago

a tough decision and a great poem all in one
I hear and feel for you about Dancer!

my chum at work had to put his puppy down
a shitzu she helped him walk again after
his back surgery and depression..Got him
into taking her for her walks...Dogs just
know.. This poem is like something from
the old Tombstones of old either in Europe or
of the american west

I guess cause its genuine

Again sorry about this Geezer
amazing poem

Thank You!

Geezer

I know that it was for the best, but it still hurts. She has a nice new home with a fenced-in-back yard, a companion dog for company and people that will take very good care of her. I also have visiting privilages,[ that I haven't taken advantage of yet, because I don't want to upset her transition.]. I will see her some time soon though, I have to bring some things over to them for her. [Shampoo and such]. Thanks for the commiseration, ~ Gee

S

I think you have the iambic and trochaic labeled ack bassward lol. But the poem was good in describing Any type of loss where one keeps forgetting the departed is no longer there.............stan