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At the Beach

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 … Continue reading

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Far from the Madding Crows

Another combination of two prompts:For today’s prompt, write a mad poem.Comic artist Lynda Barry, and asks you to write about dogs you have known, seen, or heard about. Far from the Madding Crows There’s a murder of crows conveningoutside my … Continue reading

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My Dog Bobo

For today’s prompt, write a smell poem. My Dog Bobo Gets frustrated while we walkbecause I don’t let him savorthe odors in the earthor on the tree trunks My nose fails to fathomthe subtle shades of scentthe delicate melody on … Continue reading

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I dreamt I was walking my dogs under the light of the moons.

I dreamt I was walking my dogsunder the light of the moons. The Greater Moon was full—glowing porcelain above our headswhile the Lesser Moon was a ruddycrescent setting in the west. We returned to the backyard and howled,all three of … Continue reading

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Canis Lingua

For today’s prompt, write a communication poem. All poems communicate something, I know, but I’m thinking of different ways people can communicate: text message, letter, signs, and even speaking dialogue. Of course, there are forms of communication as well, because … Continue reading

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There is only Ball

There is only Ball— for Rocco I never trot until Ballis secure between my teethuntil then I sprint I feel no fatigueno hunger no boredomthere is only Ball Ball is the bright sunI revolve aroundthe moon to whom I howl … Continue reading

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Potty Training

The image below is from Living Poetry’s May Visual Poetry Prompt. Potty Training There is no greater joy in the life of a parent than when their furry child poops outside. Then life can settle into a routine, no more … Continue reading

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