Today’s poem came from my monthly visit to Charles House. We read a bunch of dog poems from various poets of varying degrees of fame. The canine in the poem we wrote together was inspired by a companion of one of the participants. I absolutely love that he was named after Mr. Smee from Peter Pan.
I might have to change Bobo’s nameβ¦
not Smee but a kindred spirit
At the Beach
Smee wags up to everyone he licks their faces and smiles a tonguey grin covered in wet sand this first hot day
He drops his beloved slobber ball at my feet and with pincered fingers I chuck it in the ocean
Where fearless he swims into the waves searching for his floating treasure
Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
Lovely. Dog and man. Keep it simple. All you need is each other and a little water.
LikeLiked by 2 people
And a ball. Don’t forget the ball!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Oh yes, sorry.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Very lively indeed, I can so imagine such playful scene.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks. That’s what we were going for.
LikeLike
Well done Charles House. And you too. ππ
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thank you very much. I’ll pass your compliments along at my next visit.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Dog days of summer
Aren’t here yet
But the beach is still warm
For both
Canines and companions
LikeLiked by 2 people
Fortunately, it was a hot day in our poetic imagination. Thanks!
LikeLiked by 1 person