Forgetting

DopeBeastie

Standing. My hand resting
on his moon-shaped head.
His nose, pulsing for more blood
as he'd just licked my thick soles clean.
Content, for now. Having only me
to pet him. Dedication to the next
meal a rough blind spot where
his training hid. Forgetting how
the last meal made him sick.
Dumb dogs. New tricks.

We were dreamers in the dark.
Blackdogs scheming to pin
skylarks down to rid them of
their tattered wings. Forgetting
how we liked to hear them sing.

steppenwolf

i saw the German movie Downfall earlier tonight. this fits in my nazi bunker state of mind right now.

ISN

I especially liked the second verse.....ya know dogs forget quickly.....but they lick old wounds.....if they've been traumatized, they nivvir forget.....they nivvir forget who loves them too

asphalt

i really like the idea of dog ... a wish to be a dog clearly suggests the state of final devotion .... you place someone up at the pedestal ... no matter how the latter treats you ... dogs always say 'i love you' .... it doesn't really go with the poem .... but realy nice work ...

DopeBeastie

hey asphalt! cool!
funny to me that I should be the dog in this particular emotive

anyway... i posted this on another site and was told dog as metaphor was a big no no. so I edited it

progress progress regress regress


here 'tis

Standing down, hand resting.
Blue berry blown beneath it, testing
me for more, content.

Dreaming in the dark.
Scheming to net skylarks down
Get the secrets in the wings.
Forgetting how we love to hear them sing.

EvilToasterElf

scheming to pin
skylarks down to rid them of
their tattered wings.

this has to stay, nice poem

DopeBeastie

thanx, evil

i'm going to keep after this one. there's so much to be said in it... i just wonder at my capacity to keep it in line. nice little project, i suppose.

i'll take your advice on those lines, too



cheers

Rachel