Sparky
He forced himself to think what the dog must have gone through,
all the pain that and sorrow he had to endure in those final moments.
He loved that dog since he first came to stay at the house over ten years ago,
years they had spent side by side through thick and thin.
At moments when it seemed no one cared, the dog looked up
and placed its head softly on his lap,
almost as if to say, I care.
Today felt unreal, like something that wasn’t supposed to happen yet.
He wasn’t ready to say goodbye yet.
Those final moments he spent stroking his fur and scratching him behind the ears,
Sparky used to love that,
and as he looked him tearfully in the eyes, Sparky placed his paw on his hand,
put his head softly on his lap,
almost as if to say, I love you.
The Production
This charming production featured Rita as the girlfriend,
perfection envisioned, she caused envy from women she met.
Her smile lit up the room and her heart drew people to her.
Her eyes told a different tale, one of pain, hatred and resentment,
but most of all they told a tale of emptiness.
On the surface her life seemed perfect,
underneath was an elaborate production,
a play with several characters, each feeling less real than the other.
The perfect girlfriend, the happy daughter and the ambitious student.
Rita had wardrobes, scripts and scenarios fitting all her characters,
but none fit Rita.
So these are a couple of poems that I have written recently. Decided as a self made writing prompt to take a random line from a random book in my bookshelf and create a poem out of it. The first line in the first poem is from I Am Legend, and the first line in the 2nd poem is from a Dexter novel.
I would really love some feedback on these, what’s good, what’s bad. hopefully I will get some of either
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