When to Say Goodbye
If all goes well it will never happen.
The dry grass in the shade whispers
while the vines crunch underfoot,
releasing a bitter odor. A year ago
I led my dog to his death, the third
in five years. How such counting
precedes affection, dwindles ever
so slowly, one star winking out after
another, till only the morning gray
hangs above us, solemn, indefinite.
Voiceless. If I could cock my head
to howl, who would understand? Not
one dog or three, neither mother nor
mentor, not my friend’s sister nor her
father and his nephews, the two boys
belted safely in the back seat. No.
I walk downhill and closer to the creek,
where the vines are still green.
In the shade of a large cedar, a turtle
slips into the water and eases away.
“When to Say Goodbye,” drafted during the August 2015 Tupelo Press 30-30 challenge, was published by Oxidant | Engine in May 2017, and subsequently nominated for a Best of the Net 2017 award.
Such a fascinating interplay of sound and soundlessness here (in their reality–like the act of howling–as well as onomatopoeiacally). I can see why it was nominated (and should win) a Best of the Net award. Lovely stuff, Bob!
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Thanks, Leigh. There’s something to be said for howling, but I have to admit that it goes over better in the country than the city. 😀
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No answers here. (K)
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I dwell in the place of no answers…
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Don’t we all.
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🙂
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Such sad beauty here–and timelessness. This is really wonderful, Robert.
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Thank you, Merril.
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Grabs the listener/reader from the first line.
…and those enjambments keep one sliding along with the poem. One of my favorites of yours that I’ve read so far.
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Thanks, Frank. I’m so pleased that you noticed the enjambments!
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Excellent poem and reading!
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Thank you, Andrew. Much appreciated.
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You’re welcome.
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Wonderful piece Robert.
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Thank you, Davy.
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Howl, howl, howl, howl! Oh, you are men of stones.
Had I your tongues and eyes, I’d use them so
That heaven’s vault should crack.
-Lear 5.3
As always I enjoy your voice recording, lending even more meaning to a touching piece
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Thanks, PS. Sometimes a howl is all I can manage…
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Even so, that howl would not go unnoticed. It would be recognized by those sharing the sentiment.
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A chorus of howls would ensue!
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Words fail me. May they never fail you. That would be a terrible loss. ❤️
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Ah, thank you Carrie. You are too kind!
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A beautiful poem Robert and we can feel the deep love in the letting go of our faithful companions – there will be many of us howling with you here
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Thank you. We could have an outstanding community howl!
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☺🐺
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This is beautiful Robert, you made me cry again, and I don’t know when or how to say goodbye, however I know it’ll happen when the lizard starts drinking, and stands still to wink and say hello…
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Thank you, Ivor. I think that would be a good sign.
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A lovely poem, Robert…………… And thanks for tuning in to my essays…………. Barry
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Thank you, Barry. I enjoy your essays.
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