Day 23: Oh my dog

Today things will be pretty straightforward: a poem about an animal, they say. It can be only one.

Challenge 23: “I’d like to challenge you today to write a poem about an animal.” 

Oh my dog

I talk to you.
Probably I never talked to anybody
as much as I talk to you.
You are here and I am here
and we have each other to talk to.

Sometimes I drive with you in the back
and it’s stressful enough
to drive around Rome
but then I have to park too
so I offer it to you, this part.
You seem so fresh
and eager.

You always wish to take my worries away,
melt my sorrow,
lick my wounds.
Especially the ones you caused.

I started explaining to you
when you were little
what would happen next,
where we were going,
who was coming over,
so now you count on it.

For your birthday
my mother wrote you a poem.
Not a poem, a rap, she is a rapper.
And you were staring into the speakers
as my mom was rapping,
alert, without a move,
fully confident that it was for you.

I tried many things when you were little:
showing you five fingers
for a five-minute wait,
both hands for ten,
and both hands twice for twenty,
and if I did this last
you lied down
because clearly the wait would be long.

I hid behind a tree
for you to find me.
I waited for quite a while
and then you came strolling by
from the other side
as if asking:
“Coming?”

The way you find things
that I lose.
I started to count on that.
The last time was a button
by the road.
Before doing the same walk the next day
I showed you the remaining buttons on my coat,
looked into your eyes
and said:
“See? One is missing.
Will you find it for me?”

And we walked to the station.
I looked down left and right,
and thought it impossible
to find that button again
and grew discouraged
and stopped looking,
but then you stopped
to smell a dandelion
and what was there next to it
if not my button?

And I laughed
and cheered
and hugged you
and you showed surprise again:
“What did I do?”
You do.
Keep doing what you do
so well.
Live.
Love.
Smell the dandelions.

The photos are pretty straightforward too, of our good life. Listen to this advice if it’s all you ever do: get a dog.

For Day 23 of NaPoWriMo

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43 Comments

  1. What a beautiful tribute to a great friend. You have a very close relationships. Dogs are the most wonderful gift to us in life. I love how you taught him to count. I am going to try that with my next dog, or maybe even with my current dog. I never want to be without a dog. So I echo your advice. Man’s best friend – indeed. Dogs are Love.

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    1. Yeahh! Thank you, Amanda. 🙂 True, dogs are LOVEEEE! I always wished to have a dog when growing up and only got my wish when I was 30 when we found an entire newborn litter in the trash, raised three, and kept one – our first dog. This one is the second. Never more dogless!

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  2. Wonderful! Have you ever read Mary Oliver’s “Dog Poems”? A whole book of poetry about her various dogs over her lifetime. Your poem is in her spirit.

    the picture of your pup and the naked lady made me smile. And then she walks away. There’s a poem in those two pics for sure!

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    1. Ahh, thank you, Susanne. But it’s a he! 😉 He walks away! His name is Fonzie but I call him bestia (beast in Italian).

      I have read some Mary Oliver but not this book. I’m sure she got the dog spirit down though, perceptive as she was. I’ll look it up most gladly. Thank you!

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    1. Thank you, SMSW. 🙂 He is all you say and he truly gets the concept of time. I think he understand the word for tomorrow too by now, and the word for “friend”, which I’m especially proud of. Now all are his friends, I tell him, so that he doesn’t bark at them: birds, neighbours, all dogs we see, passing cars etc. And I tell him that he is my friend too.

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