(written as I sadly contemplated putting my lovely Pearl dog down)
Valley of the Shadow
I heard her hesitant knock.
I opened the door.
She was out there
But not anxious to enter.
I drug her in.
I studied her,
Inhaled her empty air.
I crumpled each hour
Into a miserable remembrances,
Eagerly tossing them one by one
Into my personal heap of
History.
Death, you decrepit notion
Sitting here beside me,
Lips sealed.
Shy? No.
Coy, perhaps.
I’ll let you out
For now…
…and beg myself to
Write of Life
In tight, trite phrases,
Like I think know It,
And I don’t.
1 comment:
Your poetry always takes my breath away. I'm sorry to hear that Pearl's travails continue, and send prayers and love and light to you both.
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