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I'm amazed and moved by this poem. As I read, the face of my dog is there, her body, curling and bounding and aging, now gray in her muzzle, being bathed, morning licks, her understanding of our family, and all the layers of understanding, conjecture, projection, etc. But fundamentally, a bond that's purely emotion and spirit. You've taken quite a nice picture of the subtle interrelation, Janice.
dear Daniel, Thank you, as always, for your comments. Ah yes, I'm remembering your 'dog window' poem just last week or so! I've been writing this poem for some time, waiting for that fifth dog soul to speak up... Now I want to re-read the poem on Bella, which I did so enjoy...What I love about the dog window is the non-verbal element that you so fabulously captured in unique onomatopoeias! (phew, that word, had to look it up!) And yes, I didn't quite include the piece about the animal's understanding of me... wow, that piece I will tune in with some more... Daniel, so appreciate you, this forum, even when I come here intermittently at times (especially my making of comments!) Thank you.
Janice, so beautifulleee written..a word massage for the spirit! tender wordswomanship...Thank-you!love, Rachel