What do you think of this poem?
It's about my dog, who recently passed in December all in about 3 days of finding out she had a heart tumor and was put down...
I relied on her a lot growing up to get through my parents divorce.
Your eyes of sparkling chestnut brown
Once gazed upon me with curiosity
A velveteen coat
Like wisps of sunlight
Danced upon you in bliss of the air
With boundless energy
Ever in my thoughts and dreams
You were as Happy as happy comes
Surrounded by love
Loved without bounds
And a lover without judgement
Ever loyal, ever graceful
Compassion embodied you
You strengthened me
When I could rely on no one else
Then suddenly vanished
Before my eyes...I couldn’t believe
But there you were
One last gaze before you were taken
To a better place
And lay there in the silence
Out of my reach
A deep awakening falling over me
Like a black veil; uncontrollably
I miss your smile
I miss your smell
I miss your soft hair once brushed against my cheek
Cradling the dews of my soul,
When I needed you the most
I miss you
- BlueFeatherLv 61 decade agoFavorite Answer
Pets occupy our hearts in very special ways.
When they are gone, a vast emptiness is left.
Your words are a fitting tribute to a lost companion and I am glad your memories celebrate her life rather than dwelling on her absence. It is a healthy way to assuage the pain of loss. Perhaps the following poem may also help to lighten your heart.
Verse For A Certain Dog
Such glorious faith as fills your limpid eyes,
Dear little friend of mine, I never knew.
All-innocent are you, and yet all-wise.
(For Heaven’s sake, stop worrying that shoe!)
You look about, and all you see is fair;
This mighty globe was made for you alone.
Of all the thunderous ages, you’re the heir.
(Get off the pillow with that dirty bone!)
A skeptic world you face with steady gaze;
High in young pride you hold your noble head,
Gayly you meet the rush of roaring days.
(Must you eat puppy biscuit on the bed?)
Lancelike your courage, gleaming swift and strong,
Yours the white rapture of a winged soul,
Yours is a spirit like a Mayday song.
(God help you, if you break the goldfish bowl!)
"Whatever is, is good" — your gracious creed.
You wear your joy of living like a crown.
Love lights your simplest act, your every deed.
(Drop it, I tell you—put that kitten down!)
You are God’s kindliest gift of all — a friend.
Your shining loyalty unflecked by doubt,
You ask but leave to follow to the end.
(Couldn’t you wait until I took you out?)
Dorothy Parker (1893—1967)
- ErikaLv 43 years ago
For me a poem has to have rhythm. It does not inevitably could rhyme even with the shown fact that it needs to hit my thoughts. i think of clarity of expression is important besides. i don't desire to 2d guess what i'm reading approximately. I continually seek for what I term "poetic gem stones"interior the text textile.
- 1 decade ago
That's a great poem