Definitely Not Just Another Dog Story
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By Silver Spun Sand
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Like this very much Tina,
Like this very much Tina, there's a considered and deliberate fracture in the rhythm to add weight to the cracks of her day and in temperment. Carefully crafted, as ever with you. :)
all the best
Lena x
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So many things going on in
So many things going on in this one, Tina. Love, loss, disappointment, aging, the sense of growing isolation... and the comfort, still, in those small familiar things. That final stanza is perfect in capturing it all.
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Lovely thoughts anf feelings
Lovely thoughts anf feelings here.
Ends on a very 'sweet' note.
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Hello Tina,
Hello Tina,
I liked this poem very much even though it featured a dog dying. The matter of fact way she dealt with it at first seemed a little unfeeling but you bring a dog loving reader such as me back with
'Knocks before she goes in...smiles to herself.
Old habits died hard, right enough.'
Then the last two stanzas nail it for any reader who could not understand her need to find comfort.
Moya
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I liked this, too. Agree with
I liked this, too. Agree with above comments.
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You bring the lady to life
You bring the lady to life for us, with gentleness and a few brief words. Rhiannon
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Loved this, Tina. It's never
Loved this, Tina. It's never easy. And I know how much a loss like that affects the elderly, especially. Lost our dog not too long ago and it wasn't easy. Had to carry him out to the car in a make-shift stretcher. Then to the vets, where we all sat and waited after the vet injected the needle. We hovered around him and I cried like a baby.
Rich x
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Great character...
This poems is as always dense, carefully constructed and full of character. I can see this lovely lady, feel her many losses and want to give her a hug.
I love the seemingly nonchalant dealing with blows, compartmentalizing the hurts and only letting them come forward when seated and in control. I liked everything about this... as usual.
I even liked the question I was left with at the end, wondering how the piece of wood was still warm - was it sitting in the late afternoon sun?
Well done again, Tina.
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