DOG SUTRAS

dog sutra §1

leaves turn into butterflies
they’ve understood 
that as winter bites
they might fly away

dog sutra §2

leaves go to earth
berries hang
like bright bells

dog sutra §3

the two of us
you running
quicksilver
into your future
me as slow
as one step forward
and then the next

dog sutra §4

between the sloe
and the oyster
a tree singing

dog sutra §5

we hang on in hope
but you know nothing
of winter’s tooth

dog sutra §6

mist lying in pools
another country
arrive and it’s gone

About Dick Jones

I'm a post-retirement Drama teacher, currently working part-time. I have a grown-up son and daughter, three grandchildren and three young children from my second marriage. I write - principally poetry but prose too, both fitfully published. My poetry collection Ancient Lights is published by Phoenicia Publishing (www.phoeniciapublishing.com) and my translation of Blaise Cendrars' 'Trans-Siberian Prosody and Little Jeanne from France' (illustrated by my friend, the artist, writer and long-time blogger Natalie d'Arbeloff) is published by Old Stile Press (www.oldstilepress.com). I play bass guitar & bouzouki in the song-based acoustic/electric trio Moorby Jones, playing entirely original material. https://www.facebook.com/moorbyjones?ref=aymt_homepage_panel http://www.moorbyjones.net/) https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=MOORBY+JONES spotify:artist:07MDD5MK9MnRGSEZwbsas9 I have a dormant blog with posts going back to 2004 at Dick Jones' Patteran Pages - http://patteran.typepad.com - and I'm a radio ham. My callsign is G0EUV
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4 Responses to DOG SUTRAS

  1. Dave Bonta says:

    These are great. Nothing like a good, brisk walk with a dog to shake the poems loose!

  2. Dick Jones says:

    Thanks, Dave. I’ve enjoyed cutting language back to the bone. Channeling my inner Beckett, maybe!

  3. sackerson says:

    Good to cut back to the bone.

    Walking somehow does get writing to flow. Why, I’m not sure. I do get cross with myself walking sometimes that I’m doing one thing while thinking of another. Walking, when one thinks about it, challenges one to live in the Now. Which is where these poems seem to come from!

    • Dick Jones says:

      I’m not sure why either. Maybe it’s because there’s absolutely nothing else to do whilst putting one foot in front of the other. When I’m out with Lupin, I either talk my thoughts aloud or I put poems or lyrics together. So, yes, it’s a case of being in the Now!

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