I
am old,
many tales
many dog years,
my eyes are dim yet tastes of the wind are
in my grasp the essences of fresh air
lift up my ears,
my pores sigh
supreme
love.
©2017 Ontheland
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A new form for me, a double ‘tetractys’.
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I love this, for itself and what it expresses, and how it reminds me of poems I have written for my cat Raquel (now dead) when she was so old…the spirit remains strong even when the body is weakened or even gone. Thank you.
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That’s so beautiful and sad all at once.
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I still miss Raquel, and I remember her all the time. That seems important, to know that a fellow creature accompanied you for a while in life and you were happy together.
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Yes that sort of strong feeling doesn’t go.
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Marvelous!
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Thank you 🙂
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That picture is adorable and so is your poem. Thanks for always introducing me to new style of poetry. ❤ xx
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Thank you Vashti. I like to try new forms. This one has the sound of the name, Augie buried in it as I did in a Bentley poem.
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I love that!
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That is very beautiful. My dog is only five… but she’s my third, so I know how it feels when they get old!
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Beautiful poetry Janice and I love the image
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Thanks Denis. Our elderly visitor is very photogenic.
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