My dog beside mesleeping
and breathing hard
pulling air like rope
into her lungs
arms thrown back
eyes closed
lips parted
chest bowed
resisting
succumbing
surrendering
to the cycle
the exchange
the metamorphosis
of air
and dog
of dog
and air
an affair
of a lifetime
the liaison
of life
and
known too
by absence;
of nostrils pulling
no longer,
her final spoor
sweet in
the wetness of life
now dry
as the gentle
waves of my sighs
cover her hair
in the blanket
of sleep
as memory takes
its rightful place
in the albums
of my mind
2 comments:
Aw Tree - this one was heart wrenching. I love ... LOVE ... the image but the words were so sad. I'm sorry - I know losing a four legged family member is difficult.
Thanks Jen. When Maria got sick it made me think of her father, Mario, who died in his prime. So this poem reflects both daughter and father. Two beloved pets in my life. One gone, one the sparkle in my eye. :-)
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