Thank you to Mish at dVerse for providing this prompt pushing us all to finding hope, here and in the new year, the new decade. Thank you! I am and will remain, ever hopeful!
Joy To This World
My old dog barks at sights I cannot see.
When I sit with him, he quiets.
Before he came to me, his world frenzied
undernourished, traumatized, he drew inward.
When he barks, these days, at night, at the dark,
does he see the past, the tormentors, the bullies?
These days the bullies are all around
strong in their belief, nourished in their poison.
Scout and I watch the midnight unfold.
We are survivors.
The half moon rises, we see hope.
He looks to me
liquid eyes.
He hears the nature music rising in the fox voice.
I rejoice in songs reverberating in the night.
So much hope echoing
as he and I look outward
rising above our pasts
and suffocating strife.
We each in our own way sing:
Joy to this world.
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Sascha Darlington
I always believe that dogs are not pets, they are companions to our human souls. A lovely searching poem into the mind.
Thank you, James. I agree. They are definitely companions, the best.
Give dogs the vote.
Ah, Jane. We know that dogs can suss out bad people instantly. They would choose the good and the kind and then where would the world be? 😉
Better.
Made me smile.
Thanks, Maggie. 🙂
Lovely Sascha. Dogs are indeed more than pets, they are our children, companions and guardians.
I like the thought of hope echoing when rising above the past.
Surviving together is a beautiful thing. So glad Scout found his way into your world.
I love how you took his past and the way you gave him hope into hope for us all… we just need to forget the bullies and learn
A hopeful poem, with dog as the example to follow. Love this, Sascha!