A fog and dog Poem for the Weekend
Day of Meeting
Another dismal foggy day
Seems more and more started that way
Fog surrounding each object seen
That was outside but more so in
In her heart and in her being
Each organ coated slimy fog
Her mind surrounded with the stuff
Fed by her eyes and ears--portals
What she couldn't see hoped she heard
That day it happened again dim
Blind in fog she feared what would come
Patter of stealthy feet she heard
Panting closing ever louder
Shrinking back her hand extended
Slime coated warm touch foggy wet
Gentlty reluctantly once more
What she couldn't see nor hear
A different feel was meeting her
Feelings alone feeding her mind
She feared the worst from what she felt
Warm body covered soggy hair
Nothing could she imagine loomed
Panting slimy being to mind
A mind fog coated failing her
Did she hear a feeble growl close
More like a muffled howl in pain
Here a hungry stomach and heart
Slowly her fog-stricken mind came
Came into play adding its touch
Touch higher lower up and down
Four legs supporting tail that wagged
Cold wet nose hairy pointy ears
Feed him some of her bread make friends
She'd had dogs before different here
This one came to her in great need
Sensed her need as well clever beast
Trudging home though the fog they went
There to see what each had gotten
Wolf Dog (named by Jim)
Photography by Sarolta Ban
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posted by Jim @ 2/22/2020 09:46:00 AM
12 comments
12 Comments:
Love how they ended up being there for each other. Wonderful ending to your story poem Jim!
Oh thank heaven she took him home. Need meeting need. That is how Pup came to me, too.
Beautifully done, Jim. I'm sure they'll be happy together.
This is incredibly heartwarming, I love that both were in such great need and that they found a solution.
A dismal, foggy day revealed the beginning of a beautiful friendship!
Oh, what a bright spot came in a day of fog. Friends can find one another when the way is not clear.
"In her heart and in her being / Each organ coated slimy fog" -- terrific image, brings us viscerally into the story.
Oh, that ending. *sigh* A good exodus from that fog whose sliminess I can still feel.
Beautiful.
Odd, though in the fog, I had more of a sense of her being blind both to what was before her and to her own need. I like that the two needs reach each other.
Double coincidence of wants. It works better that way as both will meet their needs for both are winners! Great words Dr Jim!
Hank
I like your conclusion, that the two leave as friends.
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