Posted in Free Verse

I’m Not

I should be used to it.
Cutting through the silence,
its swift, sharp blade
rips through my sleeping world.
I jump up from peaceful slumber.
There it is again.
A cold sweat drips down my neck.
Clammy hands grab the sheets for protection.
I’m not afraid of the dark
but sound amplifies in quiet, darkened spaces.
I roll over on my pillow, barely missing the cat,
and quickly turn on the light.
Once again, that eerie, plaintive wail
fills every corner of the room.
I release the sheets and stare at the bottom of the bed.
There she is, sound asleep. The Basset Hound.
Her legs are running, her nose is twitching.
Catching up with the source of her distress,
the dreaming dog howls again.
I should be used to it.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for the 6/25/14 prompt at Poetic Asides to write a word-association poem choosing one or more words from this list: toast, pop, right, paper, howl, little.

Posted in Limerick

The Truth About Tucker

Written for the 1/1/14 poetry prompt at Poetic Asides: write a “weird” poem.

Keeping Watch

Our beautiful, black Labrador
is full of neuroses galore.
The dishwasher scares him,
the vacuum impairs him,
the doorbell nails him to the floor.

His bravery instantly sags
when he’s faced with brown paper bags.
And a plain cardboard box
sends his heart into shocks,
with whimpers replacing his wags.

I can’t say his presence is feared,
which could be from how he was reared.
We love him to pieces
but he seldom ceases
to prove he’s incredibly weird.

© Susan Schoeffield

Posted in Pensee

Free Day

Poetic Asides November 2013 Poem-A-Day Challenge – Day 26: a “free [blank]” or “[blank] free” poem

Free Day

Free day.
Closing textbooks.
Turning off the computer.
Taking the time to be selfish
until I’m needed here.

Free day.
What a concept!
The world outside of my house
is calling me for adventure
unless I’m needed here.

Free day.
It’s been so long,
I can’t recall how it’s done.
It doesn’t seem quite right to me.
What if I’m needed here?

Free day.
I might have fun,
but two dogs don’t look happy
and big, brown eyes beg me to stay.
They say I’m needed here.

Free day?
I don’t think so.
I appreciate the thought,
but I have canine games to play.
You see, I’m needed here.

© Susan Schoeffield

Posted to Poetic Asides on 11/26/13 at 3:19 p.m.

Posted in Triolet Sonnet

Simon’s Tree

This week, the Poetic Bloomings “In-Form Poet with RJ Clarken” form is the Triolet Sonnet. A description and example of this style can be found at The Poet’s Garret.

Simon's Tree

The dwarf maple tree, short and round,
never ceases to make us smile.
In memory of our old hound,
the dwarf maple tree, short and round,
was planted, and from that we’ve found
he lingers around us awhile.
The dwarf maple tree, short and round,
never ceases to make us smile.
Recalling that pup from the pound,
the dwarf maple tree, short and round,
reminds us that love can abound
from pets who are born to beguile.
The dwarf maple tree, short and round,
never ceases to make us smile.

© Susan Schoeffield

Posted in Quatrain

The Other Dog

Poetic Asides November 2013 Poem-A-Day Challenge – Day 9: write a “The Other [Blank]” poem

Trixie and Tucker

The one dog, the Labrador, is long in the leg,
has a gentle demeanor and is eager to please
The other dog, the Basset Hound, is shaped like an egg,
incredibly stubborn and a bit of a tease.

The Lab stares right through us with please-love-me eyes
and prances around in his shiny black jacket.
To look at the Basset Hound, one might surmise
a vision of sadness in a lemon/cream blanket.

The one runs in great strides with feet off the ground,
a bit of a sissy who hides behind growls.
The other just waddles, no rush for this hound,
and shakes down the rafters whenever she howls.

They’re not so much different as they might seem.
They both despise bath time and bite at the suds.
When chasing the cats, they’re a wonderful team,
and together these pups are the greatest of buds.

© Susan Schoeffield

 

Posted late to the Day 9 Challenge at Poetic Asides on 11/10/13 at 4:23 p.m.