Calls my name

by Larry Chamberlin   Oct 22, 2011


Walking from the park exit
I hear the owl again,
although my dog
pays no mind.
He tugs impatient
at the lead, anxious
to get to the next
gossipy scent;
but now he rests,
sensitive to my need
to stand a moment
in quiet rapture.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Larry,

    I enjoyed this little piece a lot; there is a soothing sort of calm to it that is always a pleasure when you have children tearing around the house like banshees!

    I often wonder what separates us from animals (if indeed anything does) but maybe, partly, it's because we have an appreciation for them and the nature they are part of that they (perhaps) do not share with us. Are they even aware of it?
    The quiet sort of understanding, then, that you accredit your dog is all the more striking because of that. Here is a beast that seems not only aware of your need to admire your surroundings but has seemingly conquered his own fascination with it, wanting nothing more than to 'get to the next gossipy scent'.
    There is a dignified and yet subtle personification of your hound in this poem that was a pleasure to read as it is crafted with a very delicate hand.

    A fascinating and mesmerising little write.

    All the best,

    Ben

  • 13 years ago

    by Imortalrain

    I have no more to say than the others did. Wonderful job!

    Your words are so simple and yet full of so much magic.

  • 13 years ago

    by Innocent Fairy

    Wow very wonderful and greatly written :) I loved it and worded fantastically :) 5/5

  • 13 years ago

    by Jenna Bella Oldridge

    I think you have writen something brilliant here. I loved the read. It was simple yet moving. So many of us are so busy we don't take time to notice or appriciate nature but the character in your poem stopped to take a look around and appriciate mother nature.

    A well worded poem

    5/5

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