words

Words...how they wend and wind their way into your mind

and through your heart taking pause or not at the door of your lips.

With purpose they move with sound beyond to touch with arrows

or curved syllables of silken sentiments.

How I hope for pause, to collect their effect.

Rather than the barrage of stinging barbs and an instant wish for retract.

Swallowed, they were forgiven and only known by two.

Released, they become the world's fodder for conviction.

The ability to wait, to ponder to hold them as unmolded letters, unformed and unfurled. Beautiful words are a delicacy to be cherished.

missing him

the swirly tail that lay so close to his thin, unloved frame

a tiny wheeze, a cough before he had a name.

what it was i do not know, my mom saw him first

she knew i needed one to fill the void, not nursed.

And so we took him home, in a blanket on mom's lap

he took to her gentle loving way and slept between the gaps.

we arrived home that november day and made him a bed

he slept and slept in mom's cozy room near her head.

i named him first, sam, but it never seemed to fit

we ran through others through the days

And sleep he would and still the cough and then

it just came-after all the sleep, twas apparent, Tucker was his name.

Tucker, Tuck, Furball, Furpants an endless list applied

He was our Tuck as luck would come and love was not denied.

Tucker

12 hours since i rubbed your warm face

i cried the whole time

knowing our visit was timed.



i miss you my fine friend

mostly your song in the evening

off key but colorful.



how is it you could look so deep

and know the ache that wrapped

itself around my heart.



you gave me your one kiss

only moments before you

closed your eyes forever.



i miss you my best dog

your sweet side and

your stubborn side too.



you met the neighbors

in your own special way

when they turned their back.



you ate 3 loaves of bread

laid aside for the birds

they wouldn't forget you.


you needed us

to feed you, to let you out

we needed you for reasons infinum.


you'd rest your head

a certain way, and lick my hand

needing a soft stroke.


and when your dad would pet you

a pause too long caused you to thump the very hand

and resume he would at your command.


i miss you my blue ribbon mixed breed

no other compares to your rare

supernatural way of loving us.

cacophany

i lie awake, knowing sleep is near
no fear, time to contemplate
fate, or is it just God's way
to lay so much on the path ahead
He said, "ask for anything in my name"
fame, fortune, health, looks
His book, i read again and again
but when is there a sign
benign, no it was more we learned
and yearned for an end to the ride
I'd rather hide, sometimes die
than face another day that brings
decisions i'd rather never say
But his hand guides me through the noise
of each day's choice
His voice softly whispers, here
is where i want you now
And the spirit lives within me to
remind me of a purpose I may never know
but still I go where he is.