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rainy day sonnet
Rainy Day Sonnet.
It is so quiet here in my village when it is raining
dogs in outhouses are overtaken by melancholia.
It appears so useless to bark and their dream might
be of an otherworldly nature knowledge they are
unable to share the sense that their servitude status
a clown for us to laugh at is not dignified.
Once they were equal to other beings that roamed
the forests and plains the camaraderie of the flock
now their existence is in your hands, and it is a burden
we must carry gently
Yes, light rain makes me moody, my loneliness hurts
yearning for a mythical past, I think like the dogs there must
be something more to life than sitting in a cabin waiting
for the sun to shine and warm old bones.
It is so quiet here in my village when it is raining
dogs in outhouses are overtaken by melancholia.
It appears so useless to bark and their dream might
be of an otherworldly nature knowledge they are
unable to share the sense that their servitude status
a clown for us to laugh at is not dignified.
Once they were equal to other beings that roamed
the forests and plains the camaraderie of the flock
now their existence is in your hands, and it is a burden
we must carry gently
Yes, light rain makes me moody, my loneliness hurts
yearning for a mythical past, I think like the dogs there must
be something more to life than sitting in a cabin waiting
for the sun to shine and warm old bones.
Published 26th Jan 2016
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27th Jan 2016 1:58am
now their existence is in your hands, and it is a burden
we must carry gently
That is so beautifully tender. Poor animals, raised for food, raised for protection, bred and/or fought for profit. Gentle kindness and compassion if what we should all demonstrate as the 'superior species'.
The final stanza... I have no words. That no one was lonely would be my wish.
Heartfelt read, Oskar.
we must carry gently
That is so beautifully tender. Poor animals, raised for food, raised for protection, bred and/or fought for profit. Gentle kindness and compassion if what we should all demonstrate as the 'superior species'.
The final stanza... I have no words. That no one was lonely would be my wish.
Heartfelt read, Oskar.
