PTSD

 

PTSD 

I know he’s having 

flashbacks when he draws near to 

lock eyes and seek love 

dog PTSD –

when he needs reassurance 

and won’t stop asking 

18 inches tall 

fierce as a mountain lion 

scared as a kitten 

two searching black eyes 

and a trembling paw that tills

a patch in my arm 

abandoned by his 

former owner, left to starve 

inside a duplex 

the day a landlord 

turned him in to the rescue 

we made him our own

knowing he would be 

a challenge with such issues 

knowing we’d love him 

this is what love is: 

dropping all else to show him 

that he now belongs

Good Morning

 

Good Morning

Awake. Muscles stretch. 

A tiny black nose meets mine

from under the quilt.

And another one.

Two boys, ready to go out 

and sprinkle the rocks.

Back inside for treats

Breakfast: yogurt, graham crackers

Jeans leg tug of war 

But not with dress slacks

They know the difference – pants 

mean there’s a meeting 

And Dad is thinking

all serious, so no play 

when pants are involved

Until time to leave

They sit on the sofa arm

Wagging tails ~ (more treats)

Little ways we live 

Dance steps of love with our dogs 

That make life better! 

Penny

 

Penny

My therapist died. 

She would not dye my hair green 

because she knew me. 

When things were beyond 

my control I would tell her 

to cut my hair short. 

Penny knew that when

a woman’s world spirals she

tries to change her look.

I’m going to miss 

my secret keeper and friend

who kept my head straight. 


Rest In Peace, Penny.

Who Lies Here?



Who Lies Here?

who lies here? 


a cemetery 

a headstone 

an urn 

a photograph 

perhaps no final resting place 

perhaps many

who lies here? 

someone with a birth weight  

delivered, diapered 

swaddled in a blanket 

placed into the waiting arms 

of a tearful mother 

    full of hope for her baby


who lies here?

someone who stood up 

      took first steps

fell down but 

      kept standing up 


who lies here?

someone who stood up 

in first grade 

  recited the Pledge of Allegiance        

      before ever learning to read 


who lies here? 

someone who stood up 

       for a friend 

on the playground 

       or in a war zone 

   someone who 

        had someone else’s back 


who lies here?

someone who stood up 

for what was right 

       who voted 

         who lived with passion

           who felt conviction

              who bravely took a side 


who lies here?

someone who stood up 

     and made a promise

        and kept it 

someone who stood up 

  who signed up

      who enlisted  


who lies here? 


someone who stood up

   for a country 

someone who stood up 

   for rights 

        and freedom 

who stood up for family

who stood up for strangers 

who stood up for you 

who lies here? 

someone with a death weight 

delivered home

swaddled in blues 

entombed in a flag-draped casket 

eternally held 

    in the indebted arms  

      of a nation 

whose hearts still beat 

to the marching cadence 

of the memory of 

one who stood up 


who lies here  

Zzzzzzs

 



Zzzzzs

Those few extra zzzzzs

When he takes the dogs outside 

Does your job for you 

All so you can sleep 

Just a little while longer 

Because he loves you……

O. Deer

 

O. Deer

Her doe name is O. 

O. Deer is nibbling breakfast

close to the window.

Fitz and Boo explode!

O. Deer ignores, forages.

She’s One classy doe. 

O. takes her sweet time.

She lingers over grasses,

dismisses asses.

Her priorities 

do not include arguing 

with foolish dog foes.

Satisfaction

 

Satisfaction

A Chueh-chu short sonnet

aaba cada 

Shall I retire at fifty four?

I would be blessed forevermore! 

I’d linger with my pen a while 

instead of racing out the door. 

Retirement thoughts bring dreamy    

smiles, 

daydreamy gaze of coastal shores ~ 

I want a plan that lets me breathe

sheer satisfaction to the core.

Oatmeal

 

Oatmeal

there’s nothing like it 

oatmeal 

with brown sugar 

     and cream 

oatmeal 

there’s nothing like it 

with maple syrup 

     and mixed berries 

or with bananas 

     and milk and honey 

there’s nothing like it 

oatmeal 

versatile oatmeal 

with raisins 

     and cinnamon sugar 

there’s nothing like it

(Today’s breakfast was a Viator poem – my first attempt at this form today shifts the refrain in each line to the next sequenced line in each stanza where the refrain is always the final line of the poem)

Onyx Fox Squirrel

 

Onyx Fox Squirrel

There is a certain fox squirrel…. 

that drives our Schnauzer, Fitz, nuts. He is no ordinary fox squirrel – he is onyx black with a tan nose, rather the size of a medium rabbit, who scampers curiously at the edge of the woods, his long bushy tail like a Jetski rooster, flagging his location as he darts about the tree line. His tailflag lowers and hangs like a damp dishrag whenever he snoozes as a black bear would on a limb, legs drooping down either side, illustrating the essence of coziness in a tree. He has absolutely no regard for Fitz, who watches from his window and barks incessantly to threaten the squirrel crossing boundaries. Fitz considers this particular squirrel even more maddening than the rest of his menagerie of lizards, deer,

and other critters all combined. 

We’ve talked about this, Fitz and I. And I’ve suggested that this squirrel could be deaf, wise, hyper focused or selectively ignorant. 

Deaf is a possibility, though not a strong one since he’s surviving in a territory filled with land and air predators. He didn’t get to be this age without a high degree of withitness. Hyper focus is also possible, but also unlikely because of the need to have the full 360 degree awareness of his surroundings to survive. Fitz believes the squirrel is ignorant and takes full canine offense to this selective tuning out by the squirrel, whose behavior shoes more than it ever tells Fitz that all the pine seedlings in the ground are more interesting than a mere glance at a fat black Schnauzer. But if I had to pick, I would say that the squirrel is wise and intentional in his patterns and routines. Every school kid could take a lesson from this furry rodent who does not let others get to him. He moves about his life with purpose and does not let his enemies ensnare him or rabbit-hole his efforts. He knows himself as the strong, important creature he is and does not allow himself time to stop and compare his own unique qualities to those of this fool-headed dog. He represents the true Libertarian logic “to each his own” – he is thinking : I’ll live my life, you love yours. I don’t care about your politics, religion, sexual orientation or income bracket – I’m fully supporting myself and I am capable of making my own choices without heeding your sphere of influence. 

The halls of every high school would be filled with far more successful students if they took some social lessons from this clever and wise fox squirrel! Nature – including our dogs – has much to teach us about human interaction!