Sounds of Life
Of Love & Rage, Loss & Emptiness
Singled out as the bereaved
Chosen to bury
Chosen to mourn
Watch the flowers lose their leaves
Ears still ringing from the sound
Of happy music
Of cheering crowd
Forlorn, abandoned, glittery ground
Elated heart and smiling face
Once mistrusting
Once abused
Bitter tears witness fall from grace
Gentle warmth of love’s embrace
Pulsing hands, excited soul
Whispering heart of dreams to come
Now cold. Nothing fills the space.
Gaze lingering on the final page,
That book of truth
That pillar of hope
Now source of soul’s deep rage
Empty driveway where it was parked,
His car, his presence
His promise of love
Instead, torn heart, abandoned and marked
About the Creator
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Hide and Seek
Out in the bush that day, we gulped in deep breaths of life as we played, serenaded by the familiar and comforting hum of nature. The Summer sun trickled through the eucalypts above, giving Charlie’s ebony coat a brilliant shine. This was our happy place, where we worked for the simple goal of wringing out the energy that always built to overflowing in his little Jack Russell body. The leaves crunched beneath our feet, releasing bursts of eucalyptus oil that clashed with the hot summer sun, serving to intensify the delicious smell of the Australian bush. Snakes probably slithered beneath our feet, but we were both unaware and didn’t care as we began Charlie’s first game of Hide and Seek. I am struck with Charlie’s apparent knowledge of how this game works, despite having never played before.
By Rachel Webb4 years ago in Petlife
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There’s an intruder in my house again. He stumbles through the door, wet carrier bags in hand. He’s bought me offerings. I show my appreciation, letting him caress my beautiful body. He wants to touch me. I rub myself against his legs. He sighs, dropping the bags. He can’t resist touching me. Running his hand slowly down my spine, I arch my back towards his caress, let out a low purr. It’s what we both need.
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