Saturday, April 5, 2008

My Dog Never Thinks About It

My dog never thinks about it
she doesn't wonder
should I eat that steak?
should I chase that rabbit?
should I bark or howl or whine or whimper?
should I wait at the window with hope?
should I invite that dog to play
with wagging tail and open smile?

I always think about it
worry about it
have second thoughts about it
I wonder
should I eat and drink
should I fast and pray
should I chase my dreams
should I wait with hope
should I invite a stranger
to my adventure
should I speak
should I be silent

I hesitate

and all is lost

(draft draft draft!)

15 comments:

Barbara B. said...

oooh, good, good good!

Jan said...

Like Barbara, I like this!

FranIAm said...

This is good stuff Diane, really good.

You are headed somewhere with this poetry of yours, I send you a mix of wishes which goes from keep at it to surrender into it.

Rev SS said...

Amen. Amen. Amen.

davenu said...

Feeling inspired as of late? I agree with the others, this is very good.

Lindy said...

You are so great, and creative, and fun! I want more of this. This is poetry from the living room, from where I live... me and my dog. Who knew you had this in you! What a great Eastertide surprise.

emmapeelDallas said...

YES YES YES!

What a great poem!

I like this very much, and SO true.

:)

Judi

dust bunny said...

This is really, really good. :)

RevDrKate said...

fab! fab! fab! Go Diane!

beth said...

I like this. A lot.

Diane said...

thank you beth!

lj said...

more, more, more!

Diane said...

lj, really???

Grandmère Mimi said...

Diane, it's a wonderful "draft, draft, draft!" Hone it if you like, but I like it just as it is.

gartenfische said...

Lovely, DIane! Thank you for sharing this. I didn't know you were a poet!