Grassy this is beautiful. Sniff sniff, I real emotional turn on. Animals are
truly magic and I don't know what I would do without my dogs. I have just
read your poem again and the tears are streaming with understanding you
have touched somewhere inside of me very much with your poem. This is a
classic as poems go for me.bw sally j
>From: grasshopper <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: New sub:Listening to the Dog
>Date: Sun, 29 Aug 2004 01:07:41 +0100
>
>
>
> Listening to the Dog
>
>My dog is teaching me to die. He explains that humans
>think too much, confuse thinking with wisdom. Each moment,
>he says, is a world that time cannot touch. I had forgotten.
>
>His course begins with learning how to gather up flesh,
>with feeling the brain open like a flower, the taking in of breath
>hard, until it burns the lungs. Lungs will not be needed.
>
>I will seize his shaggy throat and he will pull me through the elements as
>the dolphin drew Arion up through the eye she had made
>in the skin of the sea. Eyes will not be needed. Vision will become
>
>being. Beyond there will be grass greener than the smell of rain
>and no sadness. I believe him. We carry our feeding bowls out
>into the garden and fill them with sun. Bowls will not be needed.
>
>
>
>(grasshopper)
>
_________________________________________________________________
Express yourself with cool new emoticons http://www.msn.co.uk/specials/myemo
|