My Dog Reads Poetry

My dog reads poetry with glasses on
Perched a top her snout like a librarian
Book open with paw to hold page down
She bends over the words on page
I look at her through camera lens
Wondering if squiggly lines she see
Maybe some words might stand out for her
She pauses in that brief moment
Like she is interpreting what is being said
Pondering what the poem may be about
My camera locks in the moment
As my dog is reading poetry on balcony
During another photo shoot

Land of Sleepers

In land of sleepers they do not wake
Dreams trap them in like a spider’s web
Eye lids close;
A placid face in peaceful rest
Sleepers sleep in internal bliss
Day and night they sleep on
Slumber through season come and gone
Not one can wake a sleeper
No rough touch can cure
No one has found away
To wake any in the land of sleepers

I Could Be Anything [Revison]

I could be anything you want me to be.
I could be the sun shining its warmth upon you
Or I could be the cold wind against your face.
I could be a drop of rain that gently falls down
Upon you as you dance across land in night.
I could be the snowflake that falls
In the bleak of a winter’s night,
That hopes to find a place upon your head.
I could be a rescue dog looking longingly outside my cage
Hoping you would take me home.
I could be anything in the world,
But I am yours forever,
You let me be want I want to be,
And what I will be is me.

105 Dog Haikus Book

Next book, 105 Dog Haikus is in the process of being done. It is in editing mode and I am finishing on the book cover. It should be coming hopefully next month. This book has 105 haikus about what a dog for poem about if they could. They range from outside through the seasons, brushing of the fur, eating, habits and a lot more. These have been taken from the many dog haikus that I have written. For a sample of what will be in the book here are three links of dog haikus.

5 Waiting Dog Haikus

5 Sniffing Eating Haikus

5 Dog vs Wild Animals Haikus

The Glosa Brook

By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorpes, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.
— The Brook by Lord Alfred Tennyson

I stream gleaming sparkling in the sun
Gurgling with bubbles I slowly meander
My way through thick dark forests
Catching a pebble or two along the way
Carrying it beyond to another place
To chat with before sundown
I relax listening to the birds
Hearing their sweet songs as I pass on my way
I weave in and out around town
By thirty hills I hurry down,

Reach the bottom in roaring current
Only in another mile abate to almost stillness
I continue my journey onward to the end
Until then a fork in the path
Which way will I go from here?
Take the right to where I slip under bridge
Wide and wooden with planks as old as time
I bid adieu, a slowly plod is my pace
I continue to weave in and out along the fringes
Or slip between the ridges,

Down I go; I can wander far
I change my course slowly in time
Slight deviant I change my flow
Can see new locations from different angle
I continue my journey to far off lands
I make great progress to go around
A bend with trees that’s up ahead
I stream myself forward
To will make a call down
By twenty thorpes, a little town,

Quiet it lies as I go by
Town sleeps before the dawn breaks
I pass in silence to finish my journey
To great ocean that lies beyond
But before I get there I will see
Wide hilly fields and high ridges
Down and around I go on
Pick a few pebble friends as I go
They move along with to see more ridges
And half a hundred bridges.

Where Sand And Ocean Meets

Cool waves lap against my feet
Sand pools around my ankles
Gritty sand seeps through toes
I am held fast by the current
Sand retreats back into ocean
I stand locked in place
Looking across vast ocean
Thinking what maybe beyond distance horizon
What is there for me to see?
Will I ever get there to find it?
I think of this, watching sunset befofe my eyes

Stegosaurus

Oh, Stegosaurus how miss you
My favorite toy when I was but a youth
I miss your large stubby legs
The spiky tail with its deadly spikes
Your plates you had on your back
Help you with sun and protection from your enemies
I miss the grin plastered on your face
As I fed you imaginary green ferns to chew slowly on
Oh, Stegosaurus how I miss holding you in my hand
How I had minding yourself
Until I brought T-Rex out to give you a fight
You always won as your tail was used as a battle axe
I miss the times we were together
Looking up facts about you in books
Now you lie in a box with other dinosaurs
Waiting for your time to re-emerge once again anf play