From time to time, I write poetry, and it has been some time I have written any. Usually it takes a suggestion or a jolt, so today I tried to secure one to see what would result. Writing is never easy, especially without a collaborator or editor. It is easy to be lazy or self indulgent, things I try not to be. Still….. the wish to write is there and so to my many and varied readers all of whom I appreciate, I hope an occasional poem is up to what you see is the standard of the prose on a regular basis. I would not want to disappoint anyone. L.C., Blyss Kennels, Mountainside, NJ
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It’s that time to think poetically about why I do what I do, people do wonder about that.
Or my omissions, my likes or dislikes; allowables or disallowables!!!
I recognize we are all so unique it is a miracle any of us can get along for long……..let alone love one another.
I find I flip flop, or say one thing and do another, then think “That’s OK!”
I am challenged by bigger things now even having fewer dogs to worry about can’t change: aging, loneliness, life threatening diseases that come uninvited, and that heart-wrenching question, will there be another? Borzoi, that is.
Life has a right to pass you by. Most of you are done: having children, being a ground breaker in your career, starting up a new breeding program for your kennel….
(Perhaps now is the time to take in the retired ones or rescues instead)
But every day has a new joy somehow missed previously, I was too busy to notice.
The very little things are gratifying. I am a work in simplicity. One is enough, thank you. Yes, I can make that donation, I would be glad to. And so on…..
I find freedom in my driveway where I walk my eldest borzoi, Blyss Paris, and that length is just right for us now
And so like him I find that joy and comfort come in places very close to home, a place I cannot find many reasons for which to leave the surrounding geography very far.
Airports and customs have become very tiresome and I hate to stand for long. Is the grass really greener on the other end of the tarmac? My dogs, for one, won’t be there when I disembark…..
A dazzling new romance might tempt and spirit me away but that is very unlikely, if one bases future predictions on past experiences, it humors me now.
I find it is easy to laugh at the self I have become,
And I take a “selfie” with my cell phone regularly, like all the celebrities, to document how ludicrous I have become! I put it somewhere on my Blog butit did not go viral.
No, it was not like when the President did it with a certain female head of state…..
I am more like the stay-at-home-with-the-kids-and-dog-wife, notably absent in the selfie
Or when Ellen took her ” selfie” viral at the Oscars with all her “Friends”! I wasn’t on the “A-List”!
No, mine is imaginary and so is the picture looking back at me, only
I am the happy one left behind while the others went out to work and play in the whole wide world.
I laugh. They have so many things to do. I do as I please.