A Spaniel in the Works

A pale rider
slim as erstwhile time
bathed in a broth of forgetting
shells Earth
from its vaporous hull
with puncturing hoof prints
across a firmament
spherically revised.

One straight line
back to its beginning
and all within
tumbles free

off the table,
onto marble floor.
A wet tongued slurp
then the clattering nails
of a shaggy dog.

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This is weird, but at least I wrote something. To put a finer point on it, I think it sucks.

For dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night 106

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11 thoughts on “A Spaniel in the Works

  1. I really like the last stanza as it’s always interesting to me how dogs presence themselves, their slurping tongues and clattering nails would even tip off a blind person, very cool !!

  2. It’s a little weird, but that just made me read it twice. To me it felt at first like a creation story, or a recreation story after disassembling earth. Then all goes to nothing, the dog slurps it up after the project falls on the floor. Well, poetry should be interpreted right? I enjoyed this.

  3. Perhaps different πŸ™‚ but that is what is so interesting about reading different pieces, they can be obscure-mind baffling, head scratching, starting with one thought and ending with another and it all of it makes sense to someone. πŸ™‚ I liked.

  4. We seem to move from the ethereal dream of some elegant Pegasus to the closer level of a table and floor. Hoofprints become claws of a shaggy dog. Delightful, intriguing twist.

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