Oh, I think I got deflected by the Tuesday prompts and forgot to comment here! It is, as others have said, a brilliant poem – and very affecting. Those simple repetitions (and variations) add up to a haunting picture!
All the half-things draw me into this notebook and the transformation of a homeless person into an owl poeticizing the moon. And Russo. So sad, and the images lifts it up to tragedy.
It is good to find a poet experimenting with his style of poetry. When I worked in a city I often saw homeless drifters begging for money (with ot without dogs who were usually well behaved) and this has prompted a few city based stories of mine in the past.
Thanks so much, Sarah. I think I will always wonder how hearing the word avant-garde in a fusion music concert would result in this poem – poetry works in funny ways!
Oh, ouch. This hurts to read. It is so good. You made me feel him. The dog without a name, hunger turning into words, the well-fed turning their faces away. A powerful poem, Rajani.
THOUGHT PURGE 
Oh, I think I got deflected by the Tuesday prompts and forgot to comment here! It is, as others have said, a brilliant poem – and very affecting. Those simple repetitions (and variations) add up to a haunting picture!
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Thank you 🙂
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So many homeless people, depend upon the warmth and loyalty of a dog, to sustain them ..when all else fails..
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True…thank you Eileen.
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All the half-things draw me into this notebook and the transformation of a homeless person into an owl poeticizing the moon. And Russo. So sad, and the images lifts it up to tragedy.
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Thanks so much, Susan.
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The repetition of the name is so powerful here–such a sad and emotive piece
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Thanks so much, Audrey.
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Heart-wrenching and beautiful write, Rajani ❤️❤️
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Thank you, Sanaa.
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I can really feel the way he sees and still isn’t seen (except by his dog)
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Thank you, Bjorn.
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There is something that lingers, a haunting… in the image of a homeless person writing on a notebook.
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Indeed… thanks Magaly.
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This is good, Rajani. The scene reflects hopelessness and futility – but at the same time, resilience.
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Thanks Vivian… I wonder if resilience is an option when you are down and in survival mode.
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Food for thought, Rajani
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Such a thoughtful poem
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Thank you, Jae.
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It is good to find a poet experimenting with his style of poetry. When I worked in a city I often saw homeless drifters begging for money (with ot without dogs who were usually well behaved) and this has prompted a few city based stories of mine in the past.
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Do post those stories, Robin for those of us who haven’t had a chance to read them earlier.
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When a person is down the dog can tell and will try to help. Too bad the kids have to be there with.
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Desolate and beautiful, Rajani.
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Thanks so much, Sarah. I think I will always wonder how hearing the word avant-garde in a fusion music concert would result in this poem – poetry works in funny ways!
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Oh, ouch. This hurts to read. It is so good. You made me feel him. The dog without a name, hunger turning into words, the well-fed turning their faces away. A powerful poem, Rajani.
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Sherry…thanks so much. The poem was a burst of inspiration late last night. So glad you liked it!
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I also love the repeated words, and the poem turning into an owl. Love the inclusion of the untranslated words….this WAS an inspired poem.
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Thank you, Sherry.
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