Sunday, 30 April 2017
poetry 2017 / 090
Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about something that happens again and again (kind of like NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo). It could be the setting of the sun, or your Aunt Georgia telling the same story at Thanksgiving every single year. It could be the swallows returning to Capistrano or how, without fail, you will lock your keys in the car whenever you go to the beach.
Through the Crescent
They know the houses where the dogs live.
Every day, pulling at the leads to get to the collie's house,
the black lab's house; the shepherd's house.
Later it's the Jack Russel's house, the spaniel's, the Doberman's
and that little dog behind the gate that barks unseen.
The third dog is blind and deaf.
He doesn't care about where they live
just what scents they've left behind.