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Ms. Dog

It came upon me
like a slow breeze,
soft and cool with a ghostly swirl
giving a slight tug at the visions
once safely locked away

as

skin pushed back against the blade
until it split with time and turned
colors against one another

And me, all the while,
wondering
if the scar
would match my sweater

About This Poem

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: South Carolina, United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Edgar Allen Poe, Henry Rollins, Langston Hughes, Emily Dickinson

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Rula

Rula

10 years 10 months ago

This grabbed my attention Scott!

and you had me google "Ms. Dog", and there goes the story.

I wanted to share the link, but wasn't sure if it's a good idea.
You have weaved the story with so much beauty.

But then that last line got me thinking (me sweater?)

E

eightmenout

10 years 10 months ago

Rula

Thanks again for stopping by. I have edited the last line of the poem. It was just a typo.

Scott

Esker

Esker

10 years 10 months ago

the weave....

broadloom of color
the stitch the thread.
sweaters on the coast
were done by wool
the fishermen going out
and coming in from
calamity
identify them with the sweaters
the rocks fish time doing their
work to erase them
as time erases each of us
how we weave our lives
our scars against the
tantamount righteous
ideals we carve in false idols
and our worshipful zen for
things of physical attainment
and wonder

i like how the writing is forming
up here on neopoet of late
the greater challenges as i get
my works underway
abstractions and then a coming
in......
i like the pondering here
and weightiness of write

thank you

E

eightmenout

10 years 10 months ago

Steve

Thanks for stopping by and having a read. Poetry has almost felt like a chore as of late, then a little tidal wave of words came. Wish they would never end, but alas, i don't get to make the rules. Or do I?

Scott

Esker

Esker

10 years 10 months ago

dog tracking....

been with the dog...following others prints.
thinking about convos i have..
threading the trails all tangled..
there is a beginning and an ending
like a movie or book
the good ones are a tapestry weave
we want to see the order even in the
chaos...

thematics..

i spent time following dreams
that become grand
i have that personality thing
that gets blown open all the time
into the opus

but..

when said and done
its not about my rules
it will arrive again
that whole patience thing
i can rush it
bang things about
send them out
looking for my own
quests...

but ultimately
it arrives
on its own

whatever the muse is
as long as it is..

thank you

E

eightmenout

10 years 10 months ago

Steve

I have to apologize. Sometimes I just don't have the words to respond to your comments. Except to say thank you for taking the time to read them and even more so comment.

thanks,

Scott

wesley snow

wesley snow

10 years 10 months ago

This was just a little confusing for me.

As always though, the language is superb.
As for it being a chore... I understand. There are times when the poems all but write themselves and others where we must drag ourselves through. One of the things I have found is that regardless of the difficulty in the write both the easy and the hard turn out the same. Just keep plugging and it will change.

E

eightmenout

10 years 10 months ago

Thank you for the compliment

Thank you for the compliment on the language (although I suspect that is to entice me into a workshop). Sorry this one was a little confusing. Anything I can do to clean it up and make it more clear?

Scott

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eightmenout

10 years 10 months ago

As for writing feeling like a

As for writing feeling like a chore. I imagine you are correct that it all comes out the same. There's just not many feelings that are better than kicking out a good poem with very little effort.

Scott