My Dog, Jake: by Amy Messmer
You are the happiness of my life,
the positivity and joy.
You are the first to greet me in the morning
and the last to see me at night.
You are the lump,
nestled at the end of my bed in the evening.
But, you are not essay on my desk,
the crumpled paper on the floor,
or the homework on my bed.
And you are definitely not the rubbish-scented air.
There is just no way that you are the rubbish-scented air.
It is possible that you are the breeze in the yard,
maybe even the eyes peering into the rocks,
but you are not even close
to being the leaves clogging the gutter.
And a glance into the pond will show
that you are neither the stain on the carpet
nor the oil spill in the garage.
It might fascinate you to know,
speaking of all there is in the world,
that I am the sound of tears on this paper.
I also happen to be the other lump in the bed,
the evening sound of endless sobs
and the angry punches into the wall.
I am also the singing in the shower
and the sound of sipping coffee.
But don't worry, I'm not the happiness of my life.
You are still the happiness of my life.
You will always be the happiness of my life,
not to mention the positivity and, of course, joy.
I wanted to use a similar line within my poem. It is amazing that we had the same idea of a rewritten and self-composed account of Litany by Billy Collins. Who would've thought that two people would've had the exact same idea for this.
ReplyDeleteThe poem was spectacular you genius you.
1.) I enjoyed your use of the word "rubbish."
ReplyDelete2.) I enjoyed your use of the word "lump" and "other lump."
3.) I'm glad this makes you laugh, and that it doesn't produce more endless sobs, etc.
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