Poetry 'n Prose

Under A Dog Star

Under a Dog Star
We sit divided by bread
Beneath us the rug you wove

I still lack sense
Of keeping out of things
Laying my hand on your hand

But close contact
You disappear, the stain
Of your hand seeps into mine

Resolute to loving
Your abandoned soul
I get up and put the kettle on.

By 67paintings

A dialectical site of poetry, painting and the odd musical excursion into the unknown.

12 replies on “Under A Dog Star”

Nothing like a cuppa tho I have shifted to herbal and one builders cup is often more than enough these days…..this happened in 2012 and was a mega shift in my life :) truly

Hehe I’ve not reached the herbal tea stage, though I did give up smoking in 2011 and have never looked back.
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