this day dies in stilled heat
silence, save for the barking dog
who has no idea why
he speaks unless it is
to hear the sounds,
the varying pitches,
of his voice, his canine
melody that affect human
nerves like out of tune
violin strings in the hands
of a six year old.
Taking on autumn the way you did sounded very appro to me. Since I have a little canine who I think has a lovely “voice,” but understand when other don’t share my enthusiam, i quite “get” your metaphor of six-year-old with a violin. Or is that a simile? I have had a bit of cheap California burgundy and it is my bedtime.
Jerry,
Thank you so much. My canine of 15 years left this world yesterday. I would love to hear his out of tune melody, one more time. Sometimes, the most beautiful singing is as unrehearsed and precious as a six year old on a violin. I hope your little canine sings to you for many years.
I’m there.
Thank you, Caseybruks. Thank you.
Nochipa: LOLsss
This ones so nicely written.. I too get very irritated with these noisy canines.. but writing a beautiful like this – how talented you are.. Good Read.. 😀
Thank you much, Olivia!
Pingback: The Celebrate Poet of September Award Nomination Announcement | Promising Poets' Parking Lot
http://thursdaypoetsrallypoetry.wordpress.com/2010/10/27/the-celebrate-poet-of-september-award-nomination-announcement/
please vote for fellow posts,
you are nominated, you win one vote, if you vote for other poets, you win another vote.
upon join the voting, you win at least a runner up award .
Thanks for the attention.
this is so beautiful…
lovely imagery.
Pingback: The Celebrate Poet of September Awards (Officially Won Via Votes) | Promising Poets' Parking Lot