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Riley on My Walk
by Maureen GlaudeOf course
he needed the scolding
Riley, get back here
the white-haired man
commanded gruffly
from his laneway
but the little mixed Yorkie
bursting out into the street
ran on, toward me
we had never met before
his eyes bright
his energy of life
this apricot adventurer
pulled out a smile from me
a rarity these days
I called him by his name
led him back to safety
as his master promised him
a spanking
the bad dog
whod made my heart smile
a moment 03/31/2005
Posted on 03/31/2005
Copyright © 2024 Maureen Glaude
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 03/31/05 at 05:28 PM I agree with Kate in that the flow is great. The staggered stanza length emphasized certain words while other times phrases or whole lines. Also enjoyed the irony, a "bad dog" to some could be a good dog to others. ALSO, a big stretch, but I feel a Romeo and Juliet theme here, bad dog could be in quotes because it is actually a bad dog, but also because he might be a bad dog to most girls, but not you...yorkie could easily mean a person from new york...and master could simply apply to parent as well. Maybe a stretch :) |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/31/05 at 07:04 PM A spanking??? That man should be whipped on a his bare bottom with a wet cat o' nice tails for letting his dog walk without a leash near the street. :o) Interesting poetic snapshot Mo. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/31/05 at 07:05 PM Oops...that's nine tails. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/31/05 at 07:11 PM ...maureen, echo, echo, echo....gal, that's all that they (above me) wrote about and then some...oooh tho, your smile is a rarity...no, say it ain't so....peace, chaz |
| Posted by Delilah Coyne on 04/09/05 at 02:46 AM Awww... so sweet. Really endearing. And I'm not even a dog person. |
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