I came home to a small writing journal
in tatters on the floor.
Two pups hovered in the corner,
guilt written on their lovely bent faces.
I do not blame the dogs.
For words are delicious.
Words can soothe the soul,
cause love to bloom,
comfort the inconsolable.
My hope –
in the yellow journal
filled my pups
in the way
only poetry can.
9 thoughts on “The Writing Journal”
Haha I’m glad you included the picture! I’m sure the guilt was all over their face. Thanks for sharing.
oh dear – I would have loved to see those pups sitting there knowing they were in trouble. My Grandson does the same thing when he has done something he knows he should not. He finds a corner and waits. So sorry about the journal – alway hard to lose a few words that way.
Oh dear! My Galaxy occasionally, okay actually regularly takes on something- a book, a pair of boots, the tv remote, or my journal. I love that you shaped the experience into a gorgeous slice!
This is fantastic! What a great and loving twist to put on this situation. I love that you share how poetry fills your life and your hope for your pups to receive some of that gift though eating delicious words. So creative and just speaks to your veneration of words. Thank you for a month of great poetry. Bravo!
Thank you for the poem today. Wouldn’t it be great if we could understand puppy poetry of eaten words?
Ha ha! sometimes writing means letting go of all the seriosity and laughing when the doggos share. You got a poem out of it! Somehow the tone feels just right for the last slice of March 🙂
Your poetic pups were just creating some found poetry for you to slice about! The pic and your description made me smile wide. Thank you thank you for sharing your brilliant posts (and pups) with us.
Too funny!!! I notice this March that your writing life was inspired by time spent with your dogs. Seems fitting that they inspire this last day’s poem!
I love me some tasty words and you never disappoint! Thanks for sharing 31 days of spectacular verse! Inspiring!!