the yellow dog poem
YELLOW DOG INVITES
The yellow dog invites my animal
body back into this world
though we are older, white
at muzzle, gnarled of muscle
We run the dirt roads
under the hawk flash
& over the green fields, tongues
red in the sun spiked air
Such perfume of skunk & dung
So much rejoicing, mud & sprout
& our live blood pounding
The yellow dog says we need this
to leap like deer
to risk everything
I have a poet friend who says we all write at least one dead dog poem. This was a live dog poem, in honor of Buddy, written years back. He died today, very peacefully, nearly 16 years old as near as we can figure.
8 Comments:
Ah...so sorry he's gone, and so glad he was so loved.
I'm sorry. It's a wonderful portrait.
Jarvenpa, forgive my poor geography but I trust you have not been affected by the troubles with fire. Your tracks on blogs I visit seem to have faded out. Hope all is well.
Thank you dears. Don't worry Robert, I am in the far north of the state of California and safe from those particular fires--the recent southern ones. It has simply been a very busy time involving day and night care of various family members and critters pretty continuously since the end of July. Hope to find time to update blogs, and comments thereupon, soon.
How I miss reading you ,my dear jarvenpa!
I'm very "into" my kids ..and working on my first book (for kids,hmmm..).
Have a terrific day!
Foulla
He's still sniffing and leaping and risking, back there in that place of inaccessible time--
My friend, Please!
Send an email to the Brazil embassj your country and repor the injustice that the brazilian courts are making with this girl
Release on Flavia’s accident and status of the process.
The resignation is to stop the evolution. (David Santos in times without end)
Thank you
followed the link from Lori Witzel's blog. Am reading through your poems and paused on this one to leave you a note. I love the clarity of the naming that you do.
Will come back for sure.
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