Woofing To The Sound Of The Autumn Wind

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A story of a dog who wanted to go out and dance in the leaves so badly that he started barking relentlessly until his master let him out.

Woofing To The Sound Of The Autumn Wind

I bark upon deaf ears,
Sitting, staring, wagging my tail,
And still you do not come for me.


My heart pounds with envy,
As the leaves dance on the front lawn,
Yet I find myself trapped in this house.


I dream of dancing among them,
Smiling with anticipation,
I find myself unable to escape.


In the moment that I have lost hope,
With gentle sounds of footsteps and hinges,
I find my cell open, and the dance floor is mine.

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brokenhearted11 commented on Woofing To The Sound Of The Autumn Wind

12-23-2010

I like this. Like a lot. Haha the perspective is performed beautifully, it makes me think of my own dog.. I picture her at the door, whining until she gets out into the leaves. Great job as always pap, keep writing.

papapaczki

12/23/2010

Thanks broken! Its good to hear of other dogs enjoying the outdoors as much as mine does.

soulwriter commented on Woofing To The Sound Of The Autumn Wind

12-01-2010

I just re-read this and at a time that is most appropriate here in the mixed up climate that I live within (Florida)... I like this more and more and find new meaning with each exploration! Soul

papapaczki

12/01/2010

Thanks for the kind words! I am glad that you are enjoying the poem after all this time!

Hiporlacking commented on Woofing To The Sound Of The Autumn Wind

11-18-2010

I've gotta agree with Dah...The last stanza is my favorite. I used to hang a sign on my dog's cage when she was a pup that said "Doing Time". Thanks for the laugh Pops.

papapaczki

12/02/2010

NP! Thanks for the read and kind words!

dahlusion commented on Woofing To The Sound Of The Autumn Wind

10-27-2010

the poetic beauty in this piece is breathtaking to say the least. one of your best: "In the moment that I have lost hope, With gentle sounds of footsteps and hinges, I find my cell open, and the dance floor is mine" —this is masterful writing and imagery. Bravo!!

papapaczki

10/28/2010

Thanks! I appreciate the read and the kind words!

ApaqRasgirl commented on Woofing To The Sound Of The Autumn Wind

10-21-2010

ah that was fantastic papa, such a cute little write......hurray for the doggie who finally got out to run, jump and roll in the fall leaves......wonderful write..........love asha

papapaczki

10/27/2010

Thanks!

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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