Forlorn
under a porch light
as if he always waited
at the wrong threshold
– t. l. cummings
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i love your poetry but I also must say PUPPY!
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lol!
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And thank you, too!
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Such depth of sadness in these few lines.
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Thank you.
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This is so apt, but it breaks my heart!
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I was writing about a young man, but then found this photo of a dog on a porch and knew it paired with the poem perfectly 🙂
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Fantastic! Ekphrastic!
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Thanks, Jim!
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Your title, words, and image are perfect. I love this!
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Glad you liked it! Thank you, Eugenia.
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Very strong and emotive poem…and yes, forlorn.
The dog looks sad but settled.
Miriam
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Thank you. I’m always sad when I see dogs turned away.
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Don’t we all experience this at times! For so many, earth is not a friendly place to inhabit. Great post and photograph – perfectly paired indeed. (btw, thanks for the follow, and reciprocating…!)
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Thank you! And thank you for following me, too!
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I can’t help it, there’s this crazy side to me that comes up with these things… any relation to e e? 🙂
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lol! I wish!
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Thanks for liking my posts!
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I really enjoy your blog!
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So perfect!
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Thank you 🙂
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