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
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Written on 2016-12-17 at 12:50

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Sameen
Damn dude. Beautiful.
2016-12-21


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!
2016-12-17


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.
Ashe~
2016-12-17


LFD3
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.
2016-12-17