Sunday, October 16, 2011

Runt of the Litter

A wittle fluffy puppy
homeless shelterless alone.
Any attention paid
is a thrown bone.

A passing lady,
groceries in hand,
coos at the corgi
and he misunderstands.

Tongue outstretched,
he brings a can
to play fetch
with a turned back.

He chases, he follows.
As she ignores him,
he whimpers his sorrow.
She closes her door.

Dirt from outdoors
matts his fur.
She won't welcome
a stray claimed by none.

Friday, October 7, 2011

After

Have a care:
I can't stand to stare in your glare.
The bloom of light bleeds white through all shapes 'til I'm sightless on scapeless space.
I close my eyes and the lids are too thin to keep these particular waves from getting in.

Now hidden in the dark, my mind's dimmed.
Memories display replayed simulacra of the bright recesses which blessed me with receiving a viewing.
I couldn't keep witnessing yet I'll keep believing.