The dog has become a vessel
for your affection and mine.
We pour it like milk over cornflakes.
By the time I spoon
it’s soggy.
The dog has become a vessel
for your affection and mine.
We pour it like milk over cornflakes.
By the time I spoon
it’s soggy.
I love the efficiency of this poem (weird description eh). It hit a personal emotion. Reminded me of a time of trouble in my life and relationship where my eyes were open but they could not see. Luckily I had help with my vision.
You have given me the greatest compliment! Knowing that I’ve elicited an emotion in my reader and that it strikes a personal chord is everything to me. This means I’m not alone with a feeling or observation. Not wanting to feel alone is driving me to share what I write.