MINUS THE WIFE AND DOG
When his dog died he walked alone
again. He picked up his coat off
the peg hook and opened
the front door to let the sun shine
on his door mat. Dust danced
in the light as he walked out
his feet tapping the morning sky.
He carried a dog lead in one pocket,
and a lock of his wife’s hair in the other.
The gate was ajar then he pulled at it,
heard the metal argue with the floor.
His mouth became whistle shaped
released the words that were lost
in his brain.
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Author:
Culshaw (
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I do hope you will be posting more on this site {welcome by the way) - this is up there among the best I have read for a long time. Just down loaded your book onto my Kindle - looks great at first flick through.
WOW! Thanks Michael....this is very supportive! all the best, Gareth
Good write Culshaw. Happy Birthday there today! Yes, some other poets have joined on their birthdays too. You might get greetings on 12th July (12/7) instead of today (7/12) with the USA date format on here!
Thank you! I had the dates wrong on profile! I didn't realise the USA date thingy!
thanks for liking poem...all the best, Gareth
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