Tuesday, April 3, 2012

April 3rd Poem--NaPoWriMo

We drag the found dogs home
with no apologies.
Precious beasts.

They sniff us through the walls—
clawed, cocked, and lock-jawed.

We fill their bowls, let the hose run—
they thrash and flash their teeth

in the mud. And the blood,
always the blood.

2 comments:

  1. Carrie, I really like this.

    "clawed, cocked, and lock-jawed" - wow, what a great line!

    Is this poem untitled?

    Best wishes, Andy

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  2. Thanks, Andy! I appreciate you taking the time to read these :)

    Yes, it's untitled. I'm trying not to get too technical because I want to be able to revise these enough in the future to be able to submit any promising ones to journals as unpublished :)It's a sticky situation these online blogs and networking sites. Many journals will consider any writing posted on them to be published and therefore ineligible for publication in their pages. Bleh ;) I plan to heavily revise these after getting through NaPoWriMo!

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