People often email me things in the hopes I’ll share them: contests, stories, pictures, YouTube videos that tickled their fancy. Sometimes I share them, when I know it’s something you would enjoy.
I love to write poetry and I think you all know that. I even have a tag: “Bad Poetry.” My poems are bad, but lovingly crafted. I know this. But the other day I opened an email from a writer, a real live good one, and it was just beautiful and I think you all would really like it. It’s about a black labrador. Here’s a snippet:
On our hill there was a trail to the moon.
Our black dog found it, beat it into the ground with his paws.
It could be supposed that he hated moons,
that his ferocity was more than dutiful,
but we’ll never know.
Do yourself a favor and head on over to Literal Latte to read the whole piece. Then tell me if you loved it as much as I did! A + + + + + + +
Shared for no reason other than a love of a beautiful turn of phrase.