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Friday, May 24, 2013

Fireblossom Friday, the where of it




There is only one Fireblossom, I'm sure, and she spends most of her time (it would appear) in the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. She loves to provide us with a Friday prompt to keep our imaginations and our poetry glands active.
  
This time,” she says, “I want you to write a poem in which the physical setting is integral to the poem” (oh, that sounds interesting, I think) and Fireblossom reiterates... “just make sure that the ‘where’ of the poem is a vital part of it.”

The place I have chosen is a vital part of our dog Lindy’s life, and therefore a vital part of my poem, written in response to Fireblossom’s prompt.


There on her Chair


Would you believe
that sleeping dogs lie,
just seeing her there on her chair?

Her curls, her ears,
her paws and her tail,
curled up in a ball on her chair.

Her gentle snore,
a twitch, and a sigh,
just as she wakes up on her chair...

You smile, you think
that she’ll want to play
as soon as she’s down from her chair

But to her dish
she goes, and your wish
to play is subsumed by her lie...

“No one feeds me”
implied pleadingly
proves to you sleeping dogs indeed lie.

Photo and poem by Kay L. Davies

18 comments:

hedgewitch said...

Ha! A very neat play on words, and a warm portrait of a very important place, which is any place that makes a dog happy. Loved it, Kay.

aprille said...

How you love that dog..
such a sweet inspiration.

Kerry O'Connor said...

You should see our Great Dane curl up on a single seater lounge chair! Head over the armrest, legs off the edge of the seat but he seems to be in heaven.

Maggie Grace said...

I so relate to your photo and writing. I often speak to my pets and wonder what they are thinking or put words with their actions. lol. Enjoyed your writing :))

Fireblossom said...

Kay! You know I'm a huge Lindy fan, and this was nothing but a perfect delight. So true, too! They like to claim they haven't been fed in *weeks*!

Helen said...

Well ... this one is adorable!!!

Dimple said...

Not only do they lie, we are supposed to let them! Which is very easy, because they are so adorable...

Ella said...

Brilliance! I love Lindy and this poem~(((hugs)))

Susie Clevenger said...

Love the word play. I miss my dog so much. I have settled on two cats. They are my joy.

rosadimaggio63 said...

Dolce riposo Lindy !!!!
Baci Myriam :))

Marian said...

the rhymes add to the sweetness :)

Susan said...

When you write about this companion, I can see that dog lovers are a lot like cat lovers--and dogs are more like cats than I thought--except for that walk thing you do together. A delightful poem.

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari OM
This is yummy-yummy-yummy! Lindy is Pretty in Pink too!! &*>

Margaret said...

My horse, my two cats lie like dogs too! My three dogs think they have us fooled. :)

Loredana Donovan said...

Aww this is so cute, the poem and the dog :)

gabrielle said...

Our cat Sauvi also insists she hasn't been fed upon awakening. Being a cat, she has 1000 names. In this instance, we call her “the faun” for the mysterious and mercurial forest spirit depicted in Pan’s Labyrinth.

So very charmed by Lindy and your tender portrait of her.

sharplittlepencil.com said...

Kay, great closing line. Lindy is a smarty, for sure. Our Peggy (fox terrier) growing up, when she came in from the rain soaking wet, Mom just said gently, "Peggy, chair," and Peg would hop onto an old wooden model just for her. Thanks for reconnecting me with my best buddy from childhood and for writing a touching poem. Amy

Jennifer A. Jilks said...

How delightful!