We live in a cozy backwater
Dressed in the style of early America
With wildflowers, corn, and barking dogs
Filling every empty place.
Not much happens here,
Where the big question involves
Sizing up oncoming dogs
And their humans
Who seem always to be
Oddly elswhere
And unaware of the wild
Possibilities
Present in these moments.
We like it this way
In this place so oddly
Unencumbered by the nuances
Of passing time.
We especially liked it
Yesterday after lunch--
When a pterodactyl spread his wings
Across our deep running still waters
To blot out the sun, stir the air
And glide away under the canopy of maples
Young in the days of Rochambeau--
As we reached for the leash
To protect our dachshund
From the toy poodle and her people
Splashing upriver--
Close to our dream
But not close enough to see.
14 Comments
fun impression-I could see it all...lol!
ReplyDeleteI could almost hear the barking and perceived the pterodactyl spread his wings....:-)
ReplyDeleteA really picturesque poem ... the scenes played before my eyes !!!
ReplyDeleteWhat a cool piece!
ReplyDeleteA very sensual poem. Of course dogs are the most scentual of animals.
ReplyDeletevery nice. i consider the herons pterodactyls all the time. :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful mix of images.
ReplyDeletepicturesque...yes ...nice images and words!
ReplyDeleteLove the sense of a precious paradise where not much happens except what those who live there create for themselves! And enjoyed the final thoughts where the toy poodle and humans are close to your dreams but "not close enough to see"! A picturesque series of images!
ReplyDeleteGreat imagery.
ReplyDeleteLovely dream :)
ReplyDeleteMy street is full of dog walkers.
They can't wait to bark in front of my house and my dogs can;t wait to bark back .
It's a friendly neighborhood lol
A place unencumbered. What a refreshing oasis you have conjured! The perfect remedy for unsettled times. I was transported.
ReplyDeletea sweet poetic 'travelogue', and the appearance of the pterodactyl was refreshing...see - lots of interesting things happen there...
ReplyDeleteYou're a wonderful storyteller Sandy. I love how you set a scene of a quiet day when suddenly a pterodactyl bursts into view. I enjoyed reading each stanza. Such a unique take on the prompt.
ReplyDeleteThanks for being here.