1 heart; 3 dogs
by Charlie Morgan
my heart is old, weathered, and soft
from bruising; i used it as a battle-axe
in the wonderbread years of my life.
girl's names: hung on my totem pole.
diana, jana, karen, karen kay, lawana;
and 7th & 8th grades came and went.
and so after college, my heart was tired from
protecting all those lies and false-fronts;
i polished my heart, spit-shined to a glow,
that was then.
now, my heart is a used pig-bladder;
between my three dogs tugging and pulling
at it, my day becomes joyful and fufilling.
Posted on 04/17/2011
Copyright © 2019 Charlie Morgan
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Michelle Angelini on 04/18/11 at 09:23 PM|
Heya Chaz, excellent comparison with a surprise ending. Dogs are such joy in life. They can make any day much better. The reminiscent tone of the first 3 stanzas splashes into a delightful happiness about present life. One constant about life is its change. ;~D ~Chelle~
|Posted by Sam Richmond on 04/22/11 at 08:18 AM|
Title got me. I'm a dog person too (between dogs right now). Such an interesting write. You've certainly found some unique parallels. Happy ending though.
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/11/11 at 09:05 PM|
What better tug at the heart than "man's best friend". Fascinating comparison of early "heartthrobs to devoted animal companions.
|Posted by Lori Blair on 12/28/11 at 11:25 PM|
and oh how I do love dogs too Charlie..isn't it strange how we learn to open up so easily knowing how the heart can hurt? but without..it would be too empty to acknowledge! great piece my friend!