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Sunday, July 15, 2018
dogs and kitchen utensils
Tad wants us to write a poem that includes at least one dog and one kitchen utensil. Okay, this is going to be fun! I can't wait to see what everyone comes up with for this one!
I started with kitchen utensils, no idea where I was going except that there’d be a dog at some point. One line suggested the next, and on...
Past skillets, trivets, percolators, pepper mills, a place setting for four, with chipped mugs and mismatched spoons, the porch with a bowl of kibbles, into weeds and second growth, rusted implements, a tractor, and then all that behind, a rising incline, morning growing hotter. She expects no one to follow, but one of the dogs has detached himself from the yard, catches up with her half way up and falls in step, making side excursions, as dogs do, but never far, and she realizes if she turns around now, she can be back in time for lunch.
Dogs are followers...they love to follow people. You have the picture made for the dog to follow. I followed the picture like a dog...LOL!!! Nice poem...
You made me cry...it was to reminiscent of Thor and it is exactly what happens to people...I see a black plastic bag and I think it's Thor and I see another dog and I think of Thor...when you take on a dog, you have to prepare yourself for their death at the moment of adoption because they don't live as long as you do...
half written on the train getting bounced about and half straight up on the screen.....no edits.
JESSICA'S LIVER
used to spend hours making my dogs supper liver and chicken, in a frying pan my dog made me what i am she always made me feel upper she would run up the wall and spin to catch her rubber ball i never saw her fall
cooking for her was always a pleasure she was my love and my treasure.
I will probably always remember Jessica...you spoke of her often...she was your companion. Awwwww...walkies and food monkey!!! Yep, I remember. Dogs just don't live long enough.
jessica was the only thing that kept me in that house so long and why i escaped from hospital seven times to find her. once leaving a blood trail and being found half dead next to the stairs. when i love, i love completely - where did your e - mails go wolfie? - paul.
lol! love your grandmother! cute poem! before Bootsie passed away if we were having turkey burgers I would cook one for her...and oh yes it went on a bun. I would make her sandwiches when we had them and cut it in squares for her to eat...yeah some of us are a bit crazy for the dogs in our lives.
tinned dog food always smells bad to me and jessica wouldn't eat it. tried her with it when i was ill and she just looked at me with her " what the hell is this crap monkey? " look on her face. she liked peas too - love and woofs - paul
straight up on the screen. no corrections, so excuse any spelling mistakes and things that don't quite rhyme
spinnnnnnniiinnnng!
i miss her woof among other stuff i miss the way she would chew up wooden kitchen spoons and bark at loons
i miss her unconditional love a priest once told me dogs don't go to heaven this was at the age of seven i said " without dogs then in what way is it heaven!? " only three people i have truly loved, but dozens of dogs brought me threw emotional fogs now i'm not sure if i'm a hawk, or a dove.
thanks bonita. all my writing is straight from the heart. i don't know any other way to write. your shark infested letter is on the way - love and sharks - paul.
i agree wolfie. apparently all mozart's music was written straight out. no corrections. i'm not comparing myself to mozart, but that is how i write. just wrote a poem on the train, but it doesn't fit the promt - love and harmonica solos - paul.
he woke up with the sun crawled out of his tent smiled as Ginger licked his face he scratched her ear set the coffee pot on the campfire and watched the sun come up...
earth smell, dog smell, coffee brewing he closes his eyes and feels as life plays with his soul the fire dances the romance of years a deer wanders out of the forest he gasps, but Ginger barks and the moment is lost...
the sun is already warming the day and Ginger wants to go and play so, he gathers up his fishing gear and wanders down the path heading toward the day of fishing in the lake and dreaming of relaxing for rest of his life
" lets all go to the fire dancers " - killing joke.
you paint a vivid picture wolfie. just thinking that i've had more fun with dogs and frogs and bunnies than i've had with humans. dunno what that says about me - dogs and ducks - paul.
Come back here, you thieving little mutt It I catch you, I'll kick your sneaky butt My pancakes are burning, you've got my flipper I've got nothing to use except my batter dipper
You can't get away with this, I'll have you know I'm ready to jump in and put on a big show Don't make me do this you misaligned cur I'm bound to catch you and that's for sure
Oh wait a minute, what is that smell Something's making my poor spouse yell "These burnt up while you chased that hound I'm tired of watching you go round and round"
I give up, I say with disgusted aplomb I'll find that dog later and feed him a bomb Once again he's made off with my dignity in his doggy way leaves me crowned in ignominy
I started with kitchen utensils, no idea where I was going except that there’d be a dog at some point. One line suggested the next, and on...
ReplyDeletePast skillets, trivets, percolators,
pepper mills, a place setting for
four, with chipped mugs and mismatched
spoons, the porch with a bowl
of kibbles, into weeds and second growth,
rusted implements, a tractor,
and then all that behind, a rising incline,
morning growing hotter. She expects
no one to follow, but one of the dogs
has detached himself from the yard,
catches up with her half way up
and falls in step, making
side excursions, as dogs do,
but never far, and she realizes
if she turns around now, she can be
back in time for lunch.
Interesting meander. Reminds me of a dump I used to walk in.
DeleteDogs are followers...they love to follow people. You have the picture made for the dog to follow. I followed the picture like a dog...LOL!!! Nice poem...
Deleteall of my best friends have been dogs and kitchen utensils - love and omelettes - paul.
DeleteI like Tasha's term. It does feel like a meander. Gentle and descriptive.
DeleteI love how one thought flows into the next so beautifully and naturally. wonderfully done!
ReplyDeleteShe goes to the kitchen
ReplyDeleteher usual morning routine
turn on the coffee poet
open a can of Jasmine's favorite dog food
Fills one bowl - grabs a
measuring cup puts two
cups of hard food in a second bowl
starts to fill the water bowl-she remembers
Jasmine is gone - passed on yesterday
her companion of twenty-one years
left her alone. the house too quiet
Too empty and said without her friend
She sighs-turns off the coffee pot
throws the food bowls into the trash
sadly walks back to her room
goes back to bed-pulls up the covers
You made me cry...it was to reminiscent of Thor and it is exactly what happens to people...I see a black plastic bag and I think it's Thor and I see another dog and I think of Thor...when you take on a dog, you have to prepare yourself for their death at the moment of adoption because they don't live as long as you do...
Deleteoh...this is a remarkable beautiful poem!!!
Deletebeen there bonita. not a nice place to be - love and woofs - paul.
DeleteTelling the tale with a misty moist hand, you have done a lot with this little poem, and it is moving and simple and GOOD!
DeleteLovely, and sad.
DeleteOur dogs mean so much to us. Losing them does create a hole just like the one you describe.
ReplyDeletehalf written on the train getting bounced about and half straight up on the screen.....no edits.
ReplyDeleteJESSICA'S LIVER
used to spend hours making my dogs supper
liver and chicken, in a frying pan
my dog made me what i am
she always made me feel upper
she would run up the wall
and spin to catch her rubber ball
i never saw her fall
cooking for her was always a pleasure
she was my love and my treasure.
awww... I do remember your stories of Jessica and her antics.
DeleteAn honest and kindly poem, A nice image of your lost and treasured dear animal companion.
Deleteyeah bonita. i really miss her sneezing in my face to wake me up on a morning, with that " time for walkies and food monkey!!! " look on her face
Deletelost all my treasures tash. only money remains - love and peace - paul.
DeleteI will probably always remember Jessica...you spoke of her often...she was your companion. Awwwww...walkies and food monkey!!! Yep, I remember. Dogs just don't live long enough.
Deletejessica was the only thing that kept me in that house so long and why i escaped from hospital seven times to find her. once leaving a blood trail and being found half dead next to the stairs. when i love, i love completely - where did your e - mails go wolfie? - paul.
DeleteSounds like a great dog and I wish you still had her to cook for.
Deletethanks vic. don't have anybody to cook for nowadays
DeleteKitchen Utensils and Dogs
ReplyDeleteMy mother loved her dog.
She was an animal lover.
But her dog was special to her.
more special than the bantams
that perched on her shoulders,
more special than the cats
that curled around her feet
when she was in the kitchen.
Her German Shepherd loved her.
but she didn't cook for him.
My grandmother cooked for her dogs.
She prepared hamburg and peas
for her Cocker Spaniels
who often peed on the rug
as Cockers are known to do.
She cooked their food
In a frying pan each night
and stirred it with a kitchen spoon.
My mother loved her dog more
even though she didn't cook for him.
lol! love your grandmother! cute poem! before Bootsie passed away if we were having turkey burgers I would cook one for her...and oh yes it went on a bun. I would make her sandwiches when we had them and cut it in squares for her to eat...yeah some of us are a bit crazy for the dogs in our lives.
Deletetinned dog food always smells bad to me and jessica wouldn't eat it. tried her with it when i was ill and she just looked at me with her " what the hell is this crap monkey? " look on her face. she liked peas too - love and woofs - paul
DeleteThanks for nice comments.
DeleteI could picture the whole scene! It's so sweet what people do for their dogs. Dogs are part of the family. Good poem.
DeleteI love the way the poem cycles around. Nicely done.
DeleteTrue that, yes.
ReplyDeletestraight up on the screen. no corrections, so excuse any spelling mistakes and things that don't quite rhyme
ReplyDeletespinnnnnnniiinnnng!
i miss her woof
among other stuff
i miss the way she would chew up wooden kitchen spoons
and bark at loons
i miss her unconditional love
a priest once told me dogs don't go to heaven
this was at the age of seven
i said " without dogs then in what way is it heaven!? "
only three people i have truly loved, but dozens of dogs
brought me threw emotional fogs
now i'm not sure if i'm a hawk, or a dove.
thanks everyone - love paul.
Nice poem, the words and rhythm fit the theme nicely.
Deletethanks tash. i somehow knew my luck would die, when jessica died. unfortunately i was right. - oh well. we carry on - love and peace - paul.
Deletesometimes you do better when you just let your emotions lose on the screen and let the words flow. a lot of feeling comes through with these lines.
DeleteMy poem was straight from the brain this time, too. I think that sometimes we should just let it flow onto the screen and see what happens. Good poem.
Deletethanks bonita. all my writing is straight from the heart. i don't know any other way to write. your shark infested letter is on the way - love and sharks - paul.
Deletei agree wolfie. apparently all mozart's music was written straight out. no corrections. i'm not comparing myself to mozart, but that is how i write. just wrote a poem on the train, but it doesn't fit the promt - love and harmonica solos - paul.
DeleteI hope, if there's heaven, each person has their own, because my heaven would have no dogs. Not a fan. LOL. The poem does flow nicely.
Deleteif heaven doesn't have animals and plants and just boring old pope's, then they can keep it - thanks vic - love and peace - paul.
Deletehe woke up with the sun
ReplyDeletecrawled out of his tent
smiled as Ginger licked his face
he scratched her ear
set the coffee pot on the campfire
and watched the sun come up...
earth smell, dog smell, coffee brewing
he closes his eyes and feels
as life plays with his soul
the fire dances the romance of years
a deer wanders out of the forest
he gasps, but Ginger barks
and the moment is lost...
the sun is already warming the day
and Ginger wants to go and play
so, he gathers up his fishing gear
and wanders down the path
heading toward the day
of fishing in the lake
and dreaming of relaxing
for rest of his life
" lets all go to the fire dancers " - killing joke.
Deleteyou paint a vivid picture wolfie. just thinking that i've had more fun with dogs and frogs and bunnies than i've had with humans. dunno what that says about me - dogs and ducks - paul.
love the images you paint with this vignette. beautifully done. I could see the scene unfold as I read.
DeleteThis is a lovely image indeed, so very beautifully painted with words, so special and shiny. Thanks!
DeleteNice imagery. I especially love, "the fire dances the romance of years".
DeleteSPOONING IN THE KITCHEN
ReplyDeleteYou're so hot,
front burner set on high,
melted butter spits
stir my batter
with a spoon.
Slip that big spatula
under my pancake,
flip me over,
backside up,
make my batter bubble.
Spread your tongs to pick
finished pancake
from the pan.
Fork me, fork me again.
Eat me till I'm gone.
flipped a pancake once and it ended up on the floor....my dog was pleased. fun one vic - love and peace - paul.
Deletelol! fun write! love the double entendres. :-)
ReplyDeleteCome back here, you thieving little mutt
ReplyDeleteIt I catch you, I'll kick your sneaky butt
My pancakes are burning, you've got my flipper
I've got nothing to use except my batter dipper
You can't get away with this, I'll have you know
I'm ready to jump in and put on a big show
Don't make me do this you misaligned cur
I'm bound to catch you and that's for sure
Oh wait a minute, what is that smell
Something's making my poor spouse yell
"These burnt up while you chased that hound
I'm tired of watching you go round and round"
I give up, I say with disgusted aplomb
I'll find that dog later and feed him a bomb
Once again he's made off with my dignity
in his doggy way leaves me crowned in ignominy