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Eager staccato, claws upon concrete,
counterpoint to sleep-weighted steps.
Smokey stops, he sniffs,
he lifts his leg and rains
a softly sibilant stream
upon his chosen spot.
As I wait with turned-up collar,
importunate fingers of wind
tear away the lingering warmth of bed.
In the tree above,
the few surviving leaves,
murmur a faint protest,
while their fallen cousins
skitter around our feet
like late-running commuters.
On a muddy homestead
half a mile away,
a donkey haws its anthem to the morn.
And my answering thought is, Coffee.
30 comments:
Your writing never ceases to amaze me.
Such gorgeous words here - and such vivid imagery.
Thank you.
"a softly sibilant stream" Wow!
Ruth, I've got something for you over at my place. Stop by and pick it up.
This is a terrific poem! My answering thought to your donkey friend is also "Coffee!" LOL
XOXO
The dog walk is at a reasonable hour-- your post=very, very early!
Jennifer, there is a good reason for that. I'm not a morning person, so I write most of my posts ahead of time and put them in the scheduler. I usually set them to go up between 3 and 4 in the morning, so the feed will go out before the early risers check their blogs.
Coffee indeed. Lovely.
I am there with you, so evocative.
That coffee looks good on a chilly morning like this one.
Thanks for the poem.
Lovely!!! You're quite marvelous, and I'm so happy to have found your blog.
Wishing you a wonderful day and week.
You write so beautifully Ruth. I could relate so well to that poem...I'm not a morning person, and coffee is definitely important.
Hey, you should have the donkeys 10 yards from your window! Miss Sylvia and Miss Topaz and Mr. Mel the Mule can make you think "coffee" like you would not believe!
Yes, Ruth, coffee is always the answer...even to a beautiful poem.
xoxoxo
great poem. I'm having a hard time NOT being jealous.
really lovely.
now I think I will have me a cup.
oh and I love "like late-running commuters." It's so Chicago-y.!!!
Border explorer beat me to it. "A softly sibilant stream" -- you know something about alliteration yourself. Egotist that I am, I like to think that when you wrote that line, you thought of me singing "On high may dwell with thee" while hearing sibilant sounds in the sanctuary? :)
!, not ? (!)
Um, no Bob, I can't say that occurred to me. Would you really want me to think of your singing while listening to my dog pee?
Or would you rather I think of you as "Majestic music moving the masses"? :-)
Very good! There's a reason why you are a professional writer! :)
~*
Grinning as I read this...
I love your playful poetry. I have a big smile on my face, something I needed today. Give Smokey a pat for me, too. After all, he provided some of the... ahem, inspiration.
:) Love the poem!!!
Oh, wonderful! (applause), I loved it!
Oh bravo Ruth, lovely lovely indeed. Your so talented!
Coffee is my answering thought to a lot of stuff in life, lol.
Your muse has been busy I see!
Nicely written. I love that you write about things like dogs peeing. It shows how open you are to your muse!!
I have to tell you...it made me giggle a bit!!
Ruth, you are so talented. Thank you for the poem, picture, and you!
you are AWESOME!
That was a really nice greeting to the day.
Does Smokey know how famous he is? Does he get royalties?
This bit -
'... importunate fingers of wind
tear away the lingering warmth of bed'
was particularly vivid.
I'm shivering in sympathy!
This was great! As a fellow dog-owner I felt every moment of that walk!
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