born dead and fidgeting, his forehead moist with benison
The wolf was tamed before its eyes ignited.
It is told when to bark, and when not to
And is beaten when it dares ululate to the moon-bone.
It lives for limpid lives that follow evanescent days
Wherein it surges forth as part of a teething mass.
And dies daily to submission to a two legged alpha male
That wields pain and compliance in a tree-twig length.
This bestial son of Peleus grinds its ivory saw blades
On a plastic bowl, a door, and numerous chew toys.
Day by day in the stasis of senescence, it stiffens
As nimbus clouds of age drift in to dull its eyes.
Author notes
Having a bad spell at the moment, as is most likely obvious. Have a look at my earlier poetry!
Written July 13th, 2004
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WoW! This has left me spellbound. I wish I had more time at the moment because if this is how you write when you are having a "bad spell", Lord have mercy!! I will have to come back and check out some more of your works. I don't see anything recent. I do hope all is well.
~Kimberly
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Please.
Please do not start listening to vintage Madonna. It is a scary thought; though, what a man wishes to do in the privacy of his own home shall remain none of my business.
Marvelous. The first line would be less distracting with conventional capitalization and punctuation, but I suspect last minute editing. The line itself is an interesting choice given what follows, but it works to create a touch of irony that lingers as we move forward.
The next three lines are close to perfect, and the moon-bone works on a number of levels, making the transition to plastics while retaining darkened paths of the dead easier to hold and accept. I enjoy the alliteration of limpid lives, though the image itself confuses me somewhat.
Altogether, it works wonderfully as metaphor on a number of levels, and you'll pardon me if I decide to take it as a statement about the lives of men, not just the training of dogs.
Best touch: The title. Wonderfully evocative, but the rhythm had me primed for the poem even more than the image.
It's been far too long since I've been back to read your poems. I am instantly put on notice that this has been to my detriment.
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3rd line: "when not TO".
"and so it was"? NO.
"moon-bone"? YESYESYES.
I liked this a lot. I suggest listening to vintage Madonna (Bedtime Stories album) and talking to me. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx -
ben i cant read it
its got to longe a world 4 me
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Wow- beautiful poem which I liked a lot, well done
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excellent
Wow! this is wonderful ... i love your diction, your use of the language is so lush, and it really allows the reader to digest each line which flows with ease and grace into the next. there is so much fervor, its quite taking to read. this is such an interesting topic, i quite enjoyed it, i like the way you describe the taming of the wolf, very creative. it lives for limpid lives that follow evanescent days ... just lovely ... the use of alliteration is perfect. this is a great work! june -
definatly.i hate it when they chew on everything in the house!i liked the way you described training the pet.
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