WELL THIS IS ONE 'WATCHER' THAT HAS NO INTENTION OF GETTING LEFT BEHIND! GREAT PICTURE AND CORRESPONDING WORK SUPPORTS SOLIDLY. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS & FAITH....
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Dogs are marvelous watchers. Mine watch my boots, my truck, their treat box, and their leashes - always waiting, watching, and hoping that something will happen soon.
And watch where you walk when you visit Venice. (Lots of pigeon poop will get on those boots!)
Is that a golden Labrador, patienly waiting for his morning walk, waiting for the master to put his boots on?
This is a succinct lovely poem that is beautifully illustrated by the poem. And those boots remind me of the artwork on my old Penguin paperback editions of D.H. Lawrence - Lady Chatterley's lover, Sons and Lovers, Women in Love. What a reader of the English heart that man was!
Great that you're off to Venice, Kate. Green? Sure, I wouldn't mind being there myself soon ... and Sweden, and Ireland, and London, and so on.
Truly, Venice is one of the wonderlands of the world. Even Tim Burton's Alice cannot compare with gondolas and piazzas, St. Mark's Square. The whole experience is sublime!
I don't use the rating system, and I notice my poetry only appears on the 'poetry by date' column. So I should start specifying the genre - humour, romance, spirituality, etc.
Good to hear from you again. Busy boy Ken!
p.s. Hong Kong golden toilet is exactly that - made of pure gold - gold taps, gold pan, gold wastepaper bin, gold floor, gowden mirror for gowden folk to clock their gowden faces, faeces .. oh, shit! Hehe!
Ever observant. Ever watchful and expectant of a romp in the wilds to commune. Faithful! Yes, faithful. And always on the "Watch". Really good stuff here Kate. I enjoyed the message and delight in the brevity that accomplished that delight. Love and peace to you my dear friend. Jon Michael
So sweet! They are the best of believers.
I found out today, after tests, that my dog has cancer. I don't know what's ahead, but we'll be in it together he and I.
Blessings,
Christine
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on November 3, 2010
Okay. I;m in the dark here. Hell, I'm always in the damn dark. Why didn't you put the photo up? You're getting difficult to deal with these days, you. Hah!
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
And you, dear Kate, for the wonderful words.
-gene.
Regis
Carole~
Chatty Kat isn't so chatty, this lovely poem is filled with sweetness and love.
Much peace, love and light,
Amber
Cheers,
Dan
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
And watch where you walk when you visit Venice. (Lots of pigeon poop will get on those boots!)
This is a succinct lovely poem that is beautifully illustrated by the poem. And those boots remind me of the artwork on my old Penguin paperback editions of D.H. Lawrence - Lady Chatterley's lover, Sons and Lovers, Women in Love. What a reader of the English heart that man was!
Great that you're off to Venice, Kate. Green? Sure, I wouldn't mind being there myself soon ... and Sweden, and Ireland, and London, and so on.
Truly, Venice is one of the wonderlands of the world. Even Tim Burton's Alice cannot compare with gondolas and piazzas, St. Mark's Square. The whole experience is sublime!
I don't use the rating system, and I notice my poetry only appears on the 'poetry by date' column. So I should start specifying the genre - humour, romance, spirituality, etc.
Good to hear from you again. Busy boy Ken!
p.s. Hong Kong golden toilet is exactly that - made of pure gold - gold taps, gold pan, gold wastepaper bin, gold floor, gowden mirror for gowden folk to clock their gowden faces, faeces .. oh, shit! Hehe!
I like that solid image of the boots. A short poem, but powerfully done. Hugs,
Sheila
Perfectly lovely words and pic, Kate.
John
I found out today, after tests, that my dog has cancer. I don't know what's ahead, but we'll be in it together he and I.
Blessings,
Christine