First draft: June 13, 2008
A soft whimper,
Three soft moans,
Where is she?
Outside the door?
No. The bathroom?
The closet door is not shut.
More soft, desperate whimpering.
Heidi, are you OK?
Is she dead?
My big black bag is on the knob.
It obscures her view.
She thinks she can’t
Get out.
The tail, the tongue, the eyes,
The attempt to keep all four paws on the ground.
Delightful.
Freedom.
Ideas: June 20, 2008
Laura said reveal more about:
Who Heidi is
What she is – do I want to reveal immediately that she is a dog? I don’t think so.
How old is she?
My love for her
Two dogs: one sleeps with me, where was she to begin with?
Fish are Jumpin’
5:30 A.M. – I sit in the metal chair
on the riverbank and watch the sun
rise red over the Ohio shore.
The coffee is rich and black and hot.
Heidi, my four year old yellow lab,
My love, my soulmate,
Runs and explores at will.
Because at this hour
We are alone.
Questions: should I include more perceptions of nature?
Describe jumping fish and the ripples and the splash
Describe the coolness of the morning air
Write another whole poem about just the morning air.
