3 Weeks on…

Dear friends, followers and visitors,

I’m usually an upbeat sort of dog but losing my best friend has knocked me sideways.

I can’t pretend to be happy anymore and, apparently, my people are looking for a new companion to help me out, sooner than they would have chosen. Sorry it’s such a sad poem this week, in response to Colleen’s weekly poetry challenge as I lay bare a lost canine soul. Never, ever, believe we don’t experience loss as a great sadness. Our memories linger so long because our sense of smell is so acute; our friends are all around us and we don’t understand what has happened.

For my soul mate – Maisie
(6th April 2003 – 3rd September 2018)

Maisie for Bens blog

Chiming hearts persist
Defining purgatory;
Loving equals hurt.
I plummet, my core objects
So that comfort mimics salt.

Ben the v. v. v sad dot poet© 2018

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Love Ben x

Dog poet remembers

Hello, and a big thank you for visiting my blog.

This is my entry for Colleen’s 100th poetry challenge To mark this auspicious occasion Colleen has suggested that we choose our own two prompt words, to be used synonymously in the poem.

This was very easy for me because of the big sad event that happened this week, when our old girl, and my best friend, Maisie, had to be put to sleep at wonderful age of 15 years and three months. However, I don’t want to take away from the great poetry event by being down in the mouth. My people told me we have to remember all the good times, so my poem is about that, though it is v.v. v hard.

My words are: joy and remember. 

An animal brain
Codes sensory stimuli
For rapid recall,
Blissful golden memories
Compensate now my friends gone.

Frost, cold on my paws,
Reminds me. Summer, mown grass
Smelling like nectar.
Autumn floodlights, tugging sticks.
Happy sunlit days of yore.

By Ben, the dog poet  ©2018

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Love Ben xx