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Click hereThe eastern sky grays in the pre-dawn
Several inches of snow fell last night
Light and fluffy, it will sparkle in daylight
My dog, Jake, loves the snow
Sticks his nose deep into the drifts
Sniffing for old grassy mouse nests.
I walk him along the old hedgerow
Apple trees and cherry, brush and sumac
gray in the darkness, silhouettes on the lighter sky
The snow drifts up deeper on this side
Jake plows, looks back, tongue out - smiling
I slog along, troubled mind, troubled heart
Jake gives up on the mice and digs furtively
For horseshit. I pretend not to notice
The sun rising lights the high branches
Those branches windswept to the east
The trees start making blue shadows
I cannot regret what I’ve done
Walking back, old Jake has grown tired
He follows behind in my tracks
And I shuffle to make him a path
Snow, sun and cold, the beautiful morning
Starts to lighten my mind and my heart
It’s what I do now that will matter
Beautiful and sentimental!
I could sense the bond between man and beast, it made me feel warm inside.
A well deserved 5
There is real beauty in this poem, not only in the way it is constructed but in your wonderful descriptions of the light so that I can see it in my minds eye. That is true artistry on your part. I wish I knew what he had done though!
It is so good to see you producing something like this. First the painting of the picture of the scenery and Jake and later your interaction with and attitude to Jake. And then the final lines of the three last verses.
Ahem, Oldbear you achieved empathy. Look where it has got you.
It made me think of and contrasts with Lake Effect Storm, a poem of yours that I started to like and then did not. In that one, I felt the switch to the person’s personal life was artificial and contrived. Here it is so natural and right. I do not think it matters whether anyone has read your other poems & knows some of your story or not.
One quibble. I felt the final word ‘matter’ jarred. It is a harsh bang bang. It can be argued that the harshness works to accentuate but I do not think that is right for this poem. Say ‘count’ would possibly be better – an illustration rather than a suggestion.
I cannot tell you how much I look forward to your new poems.
very much, appreciated the disjunct between present action and the mind that wanders elsewhere. A lovely read.
I felt I was walking with the poet,sharing some things- not others.Very good 6.
...Once in a while a poet appears from nowhere, catches my eye and I follow. OldBear is such a one. This poem is lovely. One that makes me wish it was mine.
five.
I have read everything you have written along your journey here the ah-ha moment at the end wasn't as big a deal for me personally because I brought all of that info to the table from all of your other pieces, but context is king.
the thoughts that 1201 has pointed out made me read and re-read to realise that the walk and commentating on the dog re-directs the mind from the underlying thought process,
first stanza sets the scene for the reader and starts the focus on the dog, shading it in a grey, a sombre drab colour
stanza 2 you introduce a second reason for this traipse in the snow, but cloud that with the dog again,
the use of
"plows along" for Jake
infers that he is bounding along happy doing doggy things,
using "slogs along"
for yourself infers that you are struggling,
troubled mind, troubled heart
shows us that you are not struggling with the walk, but with internal demons
Walking back, old Jake has grown tired
He follows behind in my tracks
And I shuffle to make him a path
final stanza the resolution, the section above introduces a role reversal which is clever writing even if it is the "truth"
shuffle along to make him a path, can be used both for your mental process, i.e. you have found which direction you now want to travel in,
the first stanza highlights a mood with the colour grey making it seem drab and gives a hint of resignation, you resolve that in the final stanza as well with these lines here
Snow, sun and cold, the beautiful morning
Starts to lighten my mind and my heart
then the final line
It’s what I do now that will matter
gives a sense of hope and wha-la resolution
seriously good writing old bear!!!!!!
Old Bear which you can go via the Bulletin on the Story Index menu . Look for the Poetry thread on the Bulletins page once U get there ---A9
Your comments are very much appreciated and I would like to see what you have done, But what is NPR? Thanks
specifically mentioned the comment I left, seriously this deserves much more than two comments.good luck.