Canis Redivivus!
My dog sleeps like a beach towel drying in the sun
after a vibrant afternoon throwing his tennis ball
into the lake, scaring fish and snapping gnats.
When he’s had his fill of fecund water, he collapses
onto the sand, panting, tongue drooped. I cajole
him home, where I wash the souvenir smells from his fur.
It’s the best way to get some quiet time to work
until I hear the distinctive music of his tags shaking
and he yawns into my office where I proclaim,
“Behold! Bobo Redivivus!”
He returns my wag,
ready for dinner.
(For this week’s Living Poetry Prompt: Redivivus.)
I think I’m in love. With the dog, not you!!
You really knock it out of the park with the canine pieces Bart. It boils it down to the essence so perfectly.
Thanks
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I’ll give my muse a nice scritch behind the ears from you.
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I enjoyed this piece, Bart! 💜 Thank you 💜
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Thank you for reading!
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Indeed!
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Haha cute pup!
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While he is pretty cute (most dogs are) that’s just a stock photo I found.
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Aha
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The poem tells its cuteness.
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That’s the aspect I was hoping to portray. Thanks!
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Love this Bartholomew! 😊
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Thanks, Gypsie!
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You are most welcome! 🙏
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Great prompt Bartholomew!
http://gypsieswritingmusingsquotesgripes.com/2022/08/22/perennials/
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Glad you wrote to it!
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Thank you! 😊
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Three woofs of approval for this one!
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Wag wag wag.
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A very lively and lovely dog you have here Bartholomew! :)
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He’s not as photogenic as the dog in the stock photo but he has his charms.
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Sure he does. :)
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‘He returns my wag,
ready for dinner.’
This is a poem by and for those who understand what it is to have a canine in our life. Since Ben-The-Dog passed from this life we haven’t had the heart to bring another dog into our life – but…we have neighbour-dog friends – lovely smelly messy beasties that they are!
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Having neighbor-dog is probably better. You don’t have to clean up their messes when they forget their house-training.
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PS
Mike wrote this…partly for Ben………
https://theorkneynews.scot/2019/02/28/poetry-corner-once/
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Congratulate Mike on his good work, please.
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I do – constantly!
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Love, love, love your opening line!!! ‘My dog sleeps like a beach towel drying in the sun’ – I could sooooooo picture this!!! Beautiful image. Wow!
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Thanks! I was hoping to find a memorable opening image.
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Very cute. Who doesn’t love a quiet dog?
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I always let sleeping dogs lie.
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