Mar 1, 2014 Awake in Real Time: Coffee-induced Meditations and Journal Entries, Original Poetry
This is what I posted on Facebook (edited slightly) on Thursday Feb. 27, 2014 — oh, and forgive me for my utter vacuous silliness!
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About Holly …
(My latest ditty to the tune of “Shiny Little Surrey With The Fringe on the Top.”)
Who’s the silliest Holly ma Holly
She’s the silliest Holly ma Polly
She’s the goofiest golly ma wolly
In our lit -tle house.
Watch that Hol and see how she patters
When she leaps, she’s all that matters
When she slides I keep up my natter
Till her eyes roll around.
She snaps her teeth and chews my hand
She leaps and swoops in the kitchen
She squeaks and squooks to beat the band
And grins while her tail keeps a-twitchin’
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I’m so happy, I grin like a silly
When I think of our silly ma-billy
When I see our goofy little furry
With the fringe on her top.
Watch her fringe and see how it flutters
When she eats and drinks and she mutters
When she squeaks and sings, she’s a nutter
With a pretty mop …
For she’s a funny little furry
With the fringe on her top.
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And so on.
Well, that’s all.
So much for my “creative writing!”
Tags: Holly the Standard Poodle Pup, Holly-days, Puppy love, Shiny Little Surrey With The Fringe On The Top, Silliness with Holly
Feb 28, 2014 Original Poetry
Devil Dog, Angel Pup
A Poem Celebrating Dogginess
By Vijaya Sundaram
February 28, 2014
Rolling black eyes, teeth snapping with a click,
Devil Dog entices with a pink-tongued lick.
Angel Pup, mop-top, furry-snug thing
You lure me when you start to sing.
It’s all music when you whistle high and sweet
I respond to your signal, and the clicking of your feet.
When you’re comfortably fed, your snout, warm and black,
So wet in my hand, says there’s nothing that I lack.
You sigh that sigh of dog-in-its-place
The Universe shifts in a deep, dark space.
You snuggle, little ragamuffin warm and bright,
Claiming me as your own birthright.
Your trust in us, so simple and true
A human and her dog, that’s me and you.
And your sigh, which says that all is well
Fills this room with a flop-eared spell.
Time stands still, then begins once more,
The evening coalesces near the door.
And sudden, the humming fridge ceases to hum
And sudden, another sound starts to thrum.
A truck rumbles by, the highways sing
While soft falls the snow, and the quiet it brings.
The Great Outside where the unknown resides
Is blotted out now – and shunted aside.
But here, now, within, see – dog on my knee
This is peace, true peace, and it rests with me.
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Tags: #Dog, contentment is death, Holly the Standard Poodle Pup, Puppy, Puppy love
Feb 22, 2014 Uncategorized
Puppy
©2014, Vijaya Sundaram
(February 22nd, 2014)
A puppy tumbled into my world.
I am heavy with the weight of her,
Heavy with care, but light with love.
She trusts that we will do right by her
(And how could we not?).
It is a sacred trust, this trust
Of puppies and children.
The trust of dependence
And hope, of helpless love.
In her leaping and silliness,
I find joy and the quick of life.
In her quick eyes and mind,
I find delight and delirium.
In her delicate bones, and
Elegant face, I find pleasure.
In the cleaning and the holding,
The picking up and the cuddling,
In the sleeping and the feeding,
In the sluicing and the drying
Of this pup, simple satisfaction.
So, why am I unsatisfied today?
Foolishly, I think:
What about those other things?
Why not exist in the here, the now,
The growing circle of the
Universe of Dog?
Unselfish love. Selfish pleasure from it.
In unselfishness, I see
A glimpse of selfishness.
And I swim towards it, grasp at it,
Hoping to be saved.
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Tags: #Love, #Original Poetry, dog days, Puppy love, responsibility, selfishness and unselfishness