Shadow Commemoration Day Twelve

As the rain falls,
and waters rise,
there’s thoughts of Shadow,
poor Shadow,
in the ground,
with the water around him.

In the ground.

He needs help,
he needs comfort,
he need something,
the thought is hard,
these words are hard,
but there is poor Shadow,

There’s sadness,
in these words,
there’s a sense,
that can’t be expressed,
there’s a fog,
between what this is like,
and what it may seem.

Poor Shadow.

Shadow Commemoration

With Shadow’s passing, it seems that there should be some focus on him on the blog as mentioned in yesterday’s post.

With this in mind, Shadow will be commemorated on this blog for a period of forty days.  For the counting of the forty days, day one, was the date of Shadow’s death, April 8, 2016, and the fortieth day will be May 17, 2016.  (The post on April 8, was about Shadow, but, at the time of the post, there was not an expectation of what would occur.  It is not part of this commemoration.  In a similar situation, the post from April 6 was also about Shadow.  It too, however, is not part of this commemoration.)

During these forty days, blog posts here will focus, in some way, on Shadow.  There have already been two blog posts since the 8th where he was mentioned.

The blog posts will be Shadow focused, with the possible exception of notes that may be made, such as the one in yesterday’s post.  Still, in those posts, the focus will be on Shadow.

Generally, there should be one blog post per weekday during the forty days.  If there will be a weekday without a post, it should be noted in advance.

Because of the focus of this blog, all of the Shadow posts will in some way be poetry related, however, the traditional categories of things like poems, poems with explanation, bilingual poems, etc., may not be used formally.

Shadow was a good dog.  He deserves at least this small commemoration.

For today’s post, here’s a short poem about Shadow:


Looking at your picture,
seeing your bright smile,
and happy eyes,
that in reality,
it was probably,
an unseen treat,
that got you to sit that way,
that you look so happy,
and so cute,
trying not to think,
of the sadness,
but still feeling it,
in the eyes.

in the picture,
you seem so happy.

You are a wonderful dog Shadow,
and you are loved.



On Friday, one of M. Sakran’s dogs died.

His name was Shadow.  He was a good dog and is loved.  The sadness now is hard to describe.

If anyone could say something nice, even a poem, please use the box below.  It would be appreciated.

Thank you.

Poem Series: Experimental Poetry Forms: Eight: The dog outside

A plate of food with knife and fork,
  the dog outside does make a sound,
a feeling of some right and wrong,
and though inertia adds a weight,
the thought of justice fills the mind,
and so the chair is pushed on out,
and steps go to the nearby door,
and food goes in the bowl with sound.

The work is done, a glass is filled,
  the dog outside pants in the heat,
though rationality does speak,
and though it sounds most clearly sure,
a sense the words it says are false,
does cause the legs to move away,
the handle then is slowly turned,
and water flows for the poor hound.

The lightning strikes and thunder cracks,
  the dog outside whimpers in fear,
the logic says that all is fine,
that what is feared is far away,
that there outside all is alright,
but then the thought of being there,
does cause the hand to turn the knob,
and have the dog feel like it’s found.

An ache is felt within the back,
  the dog outside takes time to stand,
and though it seems to be excess,
as the small pills fall in the hand,
those words come back and fill the ears,
and as the pain does the twinge again,
a note is made on the short list,
and the next day new pills abound.

Alone without a voice nearby,
  the dog outside is still and stares,
and though the sense is felt inside,
it takes some time to realize,
that there outside it is felt too,
and so a thought does then occur,
and the small ball is carried out,
and the dog jumps with a large bound.

The dog next door did run away,
  the dog outside sits by the fence,
and though a search is made for days,
the importance of it is low,
until the eyes of the dog stare,
and ask for help without loud words,
and then again the search goes on,
as cars do drive and search around.

The vet was called, the time was set,
  the dog outside did hesitate,
the words were said that this was good,
and words were said of benefit,
but in the car the dog did shake,
and as it went some tears did fall,
and then the sense of this from past,
had empathy grow in a mound.

The man outside did fall and cringe,
  the dog outside did understand,
and the dog barked at the near fence,
and the dog barked with a loud sound,
and men did come in uniforms,
to make the dog have silence then,
but they did see the man who fell,
and then the dog did bark unbound.


(38/40) Experimental Poetry Form: Eight

Poem with an explanation: Perspective


Tears fall,
from the small eyes,
as the gate closes,
and she is gone.


This poem is about the moment when a dog owner is with their dog in their backyard in the morning, but then leaves for the day.

There are two aspects to this poem.  The first aspect is simply that of sadness.  The poem is sad – the dog cries when the owner leaves.

In another sense though, the poem is about perspective.  There are two points of view in the poem: that of the owner and that of the dog.  This poem picks one of them, to highlight the differences between them.

From the perspective of the owner, this moment is only mildly sad and ends at the point in the poem.  Nothing in the poem refers to the owner’s sadness, and whatever sadness she may feel ends in the poem.  It ends at the moment when “she is gone”.  The owner leaves their dog every day.  While the moment she says goodbye in the morning might be a little sad to her, she soon forgets it as the day moves on.  Also, the dog cries “as the gate closes”.  The owner never sees this sadness.  Eventually she comes home and sees what seems to be a happy dog.  She might think nothing of the time in between.  The moment of sadness is small and it ends.

The other perspective is that of the dog.  This poem focuses on that perspective.  The dog in the poem is very sad.  It senses finality in the situation: “the gate closes and she is gone.”  The dog is alone, and rather than simply feeling slightly sad like the owner at the departure, the dog actually expresses the sadness through tears.  There is a physical expression of sadness.  Additionally, this moment of sadness is the beginning for the dog.  The dog has just begun to feel sad, and may feel sad until its owner returns.

This poem highlights the differences of perspectives, one mild and ending, the other large and beginning, by focusing on one of them.