The Importance Of Dog Bowls
Over the dog bowl his hand hung
poised like a senile snake
baffled at its incompetence,
then twitching
with a memory of purpose,
however vague
it descended
the electronic signals sent
from head to hand
no slower than normal
as if impervious to grief
she had died on the beach,
picked a spot, and lay down
her head resting tiredly
as the sun set
spreading itself like a burst egg
golden tendrils slowly seeping across the sky
In theory it was a simple task
though as he stood over the bin
to let go of the dog bowl held with limp fingers
they tightened for a brief fierce second
before letting go,
walking away he didn’t stay to watch it fall
Author notes
Written January 15th, 2006
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'Fraid I ain't got a clue what you're on about!
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Such a sad and woeful scene you lay out before us readers. Very sad. Missing someone you cared for deeply. Nicely done and packed with emotion.
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Wow... what an intense portrayal of a single moment of action with all of this other emotions swimming around it. Nicely described and worth the reading. Thanks for sharing.
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