Caught
In a sudden light drizzle, I spent most
Of my energy musing
Under the eaves
Watching our pup, mouth
Wide open, trying
To catch
Some shining
Drops coming out
Of the downspout—surely
Here was an other
Kind of thirst.
Kind of thirst.
What am I doing UP at this hour, even reading this wonderful poem????
ReplyDeleteAah Time is but an illusion . It doesn't matter where it comes from but inspiration is welcome at any time especially through the eyes of an artist..........Pleasant dreams
ReplyDeleteVassilis,
ReplyDeleteThe mind reels to consider what might have happened had you decided to write a poem this morning (if this isn't one).
Once again you have regaled the fevered herd with what is most hungered for and hankered after... yet another generous provision of
shining drops.
Your dog must be a distant cousin of Nipper's, who—were he still around—would be lapping up your delicious music....
ReplyDeleteI must stop trying to write more doggy poems—keep more of you people from staying up all night wrestling with illusions; on the other hand, I wish I could write one specifically about Nipper because—contrary to what most people believe— this canine wasn’t listening to His Master’s Voice, he was talking to Him! Must have been one helluva doggone conversation.
ReplyDeleteMy thanks to all of you for this generous offering of chow.