Poetry Month is over, but I couldn't stand that I had written 29 poems instead of 30,
so I wrote two poems today. I'm ending with a tanka.
"Dog Days Are Ending"
every dog has his day
every dog has his day
but I am dog gone happy,
Poetry Month's done,
writer's notebook is dog-eared
and this poet's dog tired.
(C) Carol Wilcox, 2019
writer's notebook is dog-eared
and this poet's dog tired.
(C) Carol Wilcox, 2019
4 comments:
Aw, and yes, a long month to fit it all in. I enjoyed every 'woof' from you! Happy May!
Oh, I've enjoyed your poems so. And that's something coming from a confirmed cat lover who has never owned a dog. Doggone happy, dog-eared, dog tired - you've earned your rest. I bet you feel like a dog with two tails!
Yay! You made it to the finish line!
Ha! That's how I felt on Day 30 too--though I had nothing clever left. I so enjoyed your collection of dog poems.
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