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dog's dream
by Charlie Morganfound a lost thought drifting around.
un-owned, un-used, un-anything;
it had become my dog's play-toy,
he'd bit and chewed it to shreds.
i had nothing to trade the dream weaver
for the special dreams he'd endowed me.
he weighed my intent, that too of my dog;
and stamped our tickets: Paid in Full.
a bow and tail-wag took us on our way,
we had dreams to plot, plan and weave;
my dog was already 21 in human's years,
as i was just turning 9 in dog's years.
he ran off with his dream in tow, me too.
i wanted to trade, barter him for his dream:
countless cats to chase, trees to pee on,
trash cans, bones! bones! butcher shops. 11/13/2007 Posted on 11/13/2007
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 11/13/07 at 05:24 PM Hi Charlie,
Great write. They sure do. Mine makes woof, woof sounds. She wakes me up at night, I usually have to wake her. Sometimes she's already awake, when I come to check on her. |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 11/13/07 at 05:54 PM Unusual and fun, introspective and doggedly philosophical, your bright evaluation of age and attractions makes me say-- keep chasing those countless cats and thoughts like "play-toy"s! |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 11/13/07 at 07:19 PM Our dogs can bring to us that which no other human can, and inspiration and lessons about unconditional love and...wait, I'm off on a tangent. That's not what you were talking about...hehe. Love it!!! |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 11/13/07 at 07:36 PM Mine wakes me up dreaming and I oft wonder at her thoughts, and I know there are days I would trade her places. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/14/07 at 03:11 PM Terrific piece! I love the lost thought being chewed on by your dog. I will from here on think of myself in dog years - ha!! This is a marvelous romp of dream weaving and conceiving, and the last stanza left me laughing out loud! Thank you!! |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 11/14/07 at 04:32 PM Great poem Chaz. I too loved discovering the chewed up lost thought with you. After reading this, lol, I had to do the math to see how many dog years I am. I'm six fetching sticks. Whew. It's a dog's life. |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 11/14/07 at 09:58 PM I love every creative inch of this...lovely, truly a pleasure to read...I love how you set these lines: "my dog was already 21 in human's years,/ as i was just turning 9 in dog's years."—wonderful, as is all the imagery...peace, jewels |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/15/07 at 05:52 PM LOL! No more milk bones for you before bedtime. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/15/07 at 09:43 PM Ahhh, Chazman....everyone who has ever said, "it's a dog's life"....is listening, now with better clarity, maybe...thanks to your insight. Thank you. |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 11/17/07 at 08:46 AM This was tasty to the tongue to read. So much alliteration. So little time. |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 11/18/07 at 07:51 PM Which one does the tree peeing Charlie? Fun
poem....Charlie |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/21/07 at 03:58 PM doggone great pome, my friend. what a cool verse stating your years a dog years. wish i had thunk of that. you still rock, chaz. |
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