Dogs
POETRY FORMAT, 7 Aug 2017
Gary Corseri – TRANSCEND Media Service
Dogs live in a world of smells—
succulent, sensual: a melange
of sexuality–known and unknown,
friendly and prohibitive.
They’re color-blind,
love blindly, lead the blind (when so inclined).
Dogs live in the world of Now—leaping
catching frisbees, canines gripping,
tail-wagging; or—snarling, menacing,
loyal to a fault—and faultlessly alert
to guard their master’s home;
their master’s
spies, their master’s other eyes, judging
friend or foe by scent, barking
approval, disdain, warnings; judging
other realms—domains beyond our senses;
teaching, if we have the will,
other sensibilities, trotting
down corridors, barking down corridors.
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Dr. Gary Steven Corseri is a member of the TRANSCEND Network for Peace, Development and Environment. He has published and posted articles, fiction and poems at hundreds of venues, including, TMS (Transcend Media Service), The New York Times, Village Voice, Redbook Magazine and Counterpunch. He has published 2 novels and 2 collections of poetry, and his dramas have been produced on PBS-Atlanta and elsewhere. He has performed his poems at the Carter Presidential Library and Museum and has taught in universities in the US and Japan, and in US public schools and prisons. Contact: Gary_Corseri@comcast.net.
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Humans live also through smells–of money, profits, power, dominance.
I guess dogs enjoy better smells in each other’s backsides than we smelling corpses, blood, poverty, misery, pain & suffering.
Literally!
Thanks for your comment, Antonio! As the Bard said: “‘Tis true, ’tis pity, and pity ’tis, ’tis true”! — GC