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Winter Walk

by George Hoerner

the shivering shadow
followed as i walked
through the frosted field
my dog led the way
as if searching for prey
or dinner at the end of day

led by his nose
almost as if possessed
as i by poetry or prose
sniffing out what i like best
knowing what there is to want
he rarely plays at nonchalant

while my life has been a play
and through each act i stray
holding a cup for pence
as for life i've made little sense

but my dog unlike i
has an idea of what
he's looking for

11/16/2007

Posted on 09/26/2008
Copyright © 2024 George Hoerner

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 09/26/08 at 10:24 PM

Maybe you are looking for nothing, and that is okay too following the not making sense theory...~JPP

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/08/12 at 01:22 PM

that is a great analogy, George. dogs and poets are basically sniffing out an existence, one for bones the other for words. toss a dog a bone and he fetches, toss a poet a word and he does basically the same, the only difference being that there is a pat on the head waiting for the dog when he fetches, as opposed to the poet who is basically reduced to patting himself on the head.

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