Dog’s Dinner
Forgive me if I offer only crumbs.
I save the best for the guest who never arrives.
Hegel said proof of property is transference.
I can’t be sure I’ve secured “mine”
unless I’m able to give it to you.
But then it’s not mine anymore.
And I’m so tired of post-partum depression.
So, forgive me if I offer only crumbs.
I save the best for the guest who never arrives.
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This is good, really good.
Nice tribute! I like that repetition at the beginning and end.
Nice!
Your title is perfect, and the repetition is wonderful; it causes me to pause and ponder.
Agree with all of the above!
this poem arrives
as a profound truth
wrapped in
a Dog’s Dinner
Thank you all for your kind comments. I was very unsure about this one.