Love Wags

yellow dog

Photo by ian dooley on Unsplash

The fat guy down the street
got a dog.
That dog represented salvation,
an exercise buddy.

The dog grew fat and the guy
got ashamed
That dog represented failure,
shared indulgence.

Don’t look at me, guy.
Get your dog.
The dog represents nothing,
Just love in a wag.

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Dune Witch

The Shining Ones look not on me
a simple hedgewitch by the sea.
My companions are the crabs and gulls
and the pretty flotsam on the shoals.

No stern Neptune at this beach
nor Aphrodite’s playful tease.
Here the Little ones frolick and play
while in the Deep, their Elders stay.

And should Posiden roar ashore
We shall appease Him even more
This demesne, this lonely beach
has naught for Great Ones to seek.

There’s only a hedgewitch and her Friends,
playing in the moon and sand.

cove

Cole Park Cove, T.L. Ryder 2017

 

Finis with You

I don’t remember how you smelled,
nor the sound of your voice.
Your face is a distant memory,
your laugh– lost to time.

I only remember the terror, the hiding,
the always looking over my shoulder. . .

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for the next phone call at midnight,
for the next foul thing to appear at my door.

Hurled words and objects were
your idea of “love”
Grab, break, hurt, mock. . .
pretend it’s passion, destroy it all.

Nothing left of “Us” but your malice
A stain of what I thought we were.

FINIS

There were, are,  never will be
memories of YOU.

Happy Father’s Day, Uncle Bill

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAAccording to my Uncle Bill
half the town was Koettings
the other half Keelers
anyone else in that tiny place had just married in.

A 70+-year-old bright-eyed Koetting rogue
Youngest of 9 or 10 or 11. . . I forget. . .
I couldn’t keep count of all
those strapping German-Catholic babies.

Everyone loved him, and he loved
Hogan’s Heroes, not M.A.S.H.
(too many commies in M.A.S.H, not his war)
He gave fatherly advice but didn’t usurp the role.

Koettings and Keelers and them
that had married in. Everyone loved him.
Son of immigrants, proud VFW inductee,
Texas farmboy, my mother’s sister’s husband.

Beloved Uncle Bill.