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Post by John Yamrus on Jun 24, 2007 10:23:41 GMT -5
and all the sick, perverted
bastards of the world deserve to die an awful, bloody death…
i was picking my dog up at the vet today and while i was waiting for them to bring her out i looked over at the big white dog on my right and was shocked to see it had an ear missing and part of its skull was gone.
it looked like an old wound that had healed over and i nodded at the owner and asked: “what happened to your pooch? she get hit by a car or something?”
“nah”, he said, “she’s a rescued dog.”
“rescued?”
“yeah, we found her in the road, thrown out, with her ear gone and her head half torn away.”
“what happened?”
“the cop said they see it all the time. they figure she was raised by people who fight pit bulls and you can tell by looking at her that she’s real sweet and i guess when she wouldn’t fight she was probably just used.”
“used?
for what?”
“bait.”
neither one of us said a word.
i knelt down and gave her a hug and scratched her neck and when i did she turned real quick and gave me a great big wet sloppy kiss.
right on the face.
and all the sick, perverted bastards of the world deserve to die an awful, bloody death.
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Jun 24, 2007 11:44:27 GMT -5
i love circle poems...the quality of this poem is quite astonishing as it never tries to break away from 'prose' yet her ability to start off with a dubious statement and to end with the same statement now no long longer (so) dubious - reflects the power of the prose actually proving to this reader that the apparent prose is a strong if subtle poetic expression of doubtless quality
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Post by Bernard Alain on Jun 25, 2007 1:33:00 GMT -5
For me (being a dog lover) this one gets a 'yay' for being accessible to the reader, nicely developed, although I find sometimes when the connection is emotional the structure becomes moot in the delivery, the reader no longer cares how the message is crafted. In this case as Dunstan suggests, it survives both quite nicely.
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Post by robertrwoods on Jun 30, 2007 11:42:37 GMT -5
I have to agree with the others. This is your style and you execute it brilliantly. This seems more of a "rant" than most of the poems I have read, so I tend to think it's a bit of a change for you. The gentle debate as to what constitutes poetry is wasted on me. This poem has structure, rhythm, tempo and moves in a single direction. It's alive and colorful. I don't need more.
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