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Dogs can like poetry!

In Cute Dachshunds, Cute Dogs, Dog Poet on November 6, 2016 at 11:30 am

PoetryAnthology1 2016.jpgMy BFF Shelley read her poetry in a poetry reading last week, and to my chagrin, I wasn’t able to go.

I’m furry and four-legged and don’t have one of those special vest things that would let me be her assistant, going wherever she goes. That means I had to wait in the car—Shelley takes me on errands, just so we can have more time together. I put my jowl on my paws and closed my eyes, waiting and waiting—forever.

I thought she was only reading three poems, which should have taken three minutes, but she was gone much longer than that. She actually stayed to listen to the other poets read their poems, too, and that took a couple of long hours. I fell asleep in my sadness at the forever-seeming separation.

Anyway, here’s what Shelley blogged about during her poetry reading:

https://shelleywidhalm.wordpress.com/?p=1324

Canine Poet Shares Poetry

In All About Me, Canine Poetry, Dog Poet on April 25, 2015 at 5:30 pm

I'm sitting next to a laptop (I'm a lapdog, by the way), waiting for poetic inspiration.

I’m sitting next to a laptop (I’m a lapdog, by the way), waiting for poetic inspiration.

I am a canine poet and would like to share with you some of the poems I’ve written in honor of National Poetry Month.

Running

By Zoey the Cute Dachshund

I turn the fence into a silvered blur

Until a bird sings, sound floating

Off the flap of wings.

I slow each step, an easing of paws

On stiff brown grass,

Wishing

In my silent approach

I could chase air things

Get them grounded—

But off I go again,

As if a ship sailing circles

Enclosing possibilities

Until the next bird comes along,

Hope before its leaving.


An Everyday Dog’s View

By Zoey the Cute Dachshund

What I see every day you don’t

with your busyness and wanting to be

something important.

I get to lie down on paws,

look out the window

bark at passersby

as I blog about life,

not caring if what I say

means extravagance,

just a simple thought

that I’m okay just lying here

dreaming.


Found

By Zoey the Cute Dachshund

I am not lost

With you in my heart

Squeezed against your side,

Licking the salt off your hand,

Kissing you,

Loving you,

Not wanting anything but

Being here.

Canine Poet Loves Poetry Readings

In Canine Poetry, Dog Poet, Poetry Readings on April 19, 2015 at 11:30 am

I am not very inspired right now to write. I'd rather look cute.

I am not very inspired right now to write. I’d rather look cute.

My BFF Shelley read her poetry two times this month, so I thought I’d share her blog about giving a poetry reading.

Here it is:

Just so you know, I don’t give readings of my work, because I’m just a dog. However, I always have my cuteness factor on display and welcome people to love and pet me at all times.

Why?

Duh. Because I’m cute.

(See Shelley’s blog, shelleywidhalm.wordpress.com, and her post about writing poetry at https://shelleywidhalm.wordpress.com/?p=1002.)

A Dog’s View of Poetry

In Canine Poetry, Dog Poet, Dog Writer on April 12, 2015 at 11:30 am

I'm waiting to feel inspired to play or run or have fun.

I’m waiting to feel inspired to play or run or have fun.

This week I’m going to defer to my BFF Shelley, because she blogged about poetry.

I’ve written a couple of poems as a canine poet, but I don’t really know what to say about poetry. I do know that poetry, like green lawns, can be a thing of beauty for running and playing with words, smells and sounds.

Poetry has rhythm and meter, just like I do when I get going around the yard, chasing circles as I try to capture the sounds of birds and wildlife into the sight of friendship, but the animals usually don’t want to play with me.

From my backyard, going-on-walks and being-around-town experience, I’ve learned cats generally don’t like dogs, and dogs, which, if they’re bigger than me, don’t like me (or is it the other way around?). I bark at them to let them know I am the bigger dog, except they look at me like, Are you kidding?

As I bark, I wag my tail as Shelley says, “Zoey, that’s not how you make friends.”

So how do you make friends? I hope I can find them in poetry, or in life as I try out the sounds and beauty of language.

(See Shelley’s blog at shelleywidhalm.wordpress.com at https://shelleywidhalm.wordpress.com/?p=1000.)