There is no sexicity
O child
this place has only dog walkers
trained as kids once
become old enough to ride a horse
siblings take on
I have watched you from a distance
were always shy
could rarely hide a wink
bareness of beauty
hiding within
planted some on these pages
wonder if you ever read me
just now as you passed by
within inches
dog and lovely sweet kids romping...our
eyes pierced deep within
years of silent recognition
have only love common
of poetry and hugging pups
Comments
dog walkers
Hello, Lovedly,
A bit bittersweet, here. I feel a little melancholy after reading. It brings back memories of my children as I've watched them grow, now middle-aged actually, and me now a grandmother of young adults. Poetry and hugging pups - life is good.
Thank you!
L
life is continuum
it moves on like a river we only naturally swim along as the estuary nears we also are gone LIKE A TSUNAMI GONE WITH THE WIND GCs may ask others we WHO gone will be lovedly too through the bitters into the gin sweet devour this life may bend any hour none knows what so ever we all are dog walkers grass choppers then dead grass- hoppers imported from far all now know no return ticket many still think so do you now know
are you a dog walker
or are you a bird catcher
whatever
do love pets and birds
Dogs
Another piece of canine poetry... nice!
Like the turns in it...
Ray
Those who love pets
know
dogs are better than human
they feel silently
but can't speak
convey emotions
ask the dead ones
who see their pets walking besides
master gone
May now we
Rest in PEACE
I above
you still beneath