I am God....
At least, Maxine thinks I am.
The little dog gazes up at me
with soft brown eyes full
of contentment and love
as though I were responsible for
the existence of the earth itself.
She sighs deeply and lays her head
down, as though on this couch
in my lap was the best
place on earth to be.
I haven't the heart to tell her
she is wrong; that I am neither
half the person, nor do I possess
one hundredth the power
of which she is so confident.
I have heard it said that 'dog'
is 'God' spelled backwards.
I think it is the other way around—
that someone first experienced
the unreasoning love of a dog
and realized that was
what God must be like.
Stephen,
I have a precious little dog named Blackie, and YES they do look up at you with complete reverence and love. I don't know what I'd do without him, he gives comfort and love unconditionally. Enjoyed this alot.
I don't think I have read an expression of love more eloquently put. For me you have encompassed all its purity. Sally is quite right, with these words, a photograph could only be secondary.
Rx
Another lovely poem - and I am sure, from my first quick run-through, Maxine is one of the dogs in your photo collection, so I shall go back and take another, proper look. Though your words are almost certainly more vivid than a photograph could ever be.
I hope this gets all the good reviews it surely deserves.
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
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I have a precious little dog named Blackie, and YES they do look up at you with complete reverence and love. I don't know what I'd do without him, he gives comfort and love unconditionally. Enjoyed this alot.
Blessings,
~Linda
Rx
I hope this gets all the good reviews it surely deserves.