Dog and Rose

We are two ill-fitting metaphors.
You're the cliched lover-rose
And I am one of Pavlov's dogs.
When you bloom, you're beautiful,
And fragrant, all I'd ever want,
But you don't blossom often now.
I sense no buds, no signs of life,
As I push my nose close to you.
I find a stem and thorns. That's all,
And I begin to bleed. I'm the
Cheated pooch who learned to come
To you to be rewarded. These days,
I don't get a treat, but I still come,
Still hope, because that's how
I have been trained.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-12-17 at 12:50

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Damn dude. Beautiful.

Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
I LOVE the first line! I could live with that all day long and then dream about it.
In fact, the Dog and Rose show is great stuff!
I just shake my head in awe at the talent that is found on this site.

Well done!

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Such strong metaphors and excellent writing. Indeed, we can all relate in some form to this. Great writing as always.

Mr Beck. I can't begin to tell you how splendid I think this is. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this, I like the way you use the dog and rose, heavens we've all been there. Top work.