Wednesday, June 19, 2019

Puppy Love





I built a bridge from my head to my heart,
crossed it heartache by heartache.
I built a bridge and, step by step,
it opened my heart wider.

I built a bridge from my head to my heart,
let down my defenses, invited love in.
I built a bridge, and started across,
and on the other side was you.






Last week's Midweek Motif was Bridge. This popped into my head a week late. I read somewhere that the longest and hardest journey, in this pain-filled world, is the one between our heads and our hearts.  On the other side, though, I fell in love with the whole world, companioned by a wild wolf puppy.


19 comments:

  1. Aww, that puppy photo!
    The poem is not only sweet but wise.

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  2. Oh my goodness, Sherry. Is that Pup when he was a puppy? What a sweet photo!!! Who could not love that little buy!!

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  3. That was Pup, soon after he was found near-death, living alone in the wilderness at a garbage dump in the March rains. In no time, he recovered and was ready to play.

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    1. Oh, poor baby! Thank goodness you rescued him. I'm sure it was meant to be.

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  4. This just melts my heart, Sherry!!❤️

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  5. What a wonderful concept - and adorable pup

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  6. Beautiful love frieze Sherry

    HappySunday

    much love...

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  7. I've often fallen over while building bridges from my head to my heart. Whoever coined that phrase was dead on. But oh that joy on the other side. It makes getting a little wet totally worth it.

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  8. Most rescued pups are sincerely grateful for you adopting them. We had three like that and they certainly showed their appreciation.

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  9. I love what this poem makes me feel, how it makes me think of the joy of bridges taking the places of walls… I hope for the day when we can use our strength and resources to bring people together, instead of pushing them away... and leaving them out.

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  10. I think that we need need both heart and mind... it's the only way to live, so without such bridges we will fail

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  11. I like the idea of the heart stretching wide and having to build bridges to cross it.

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  12. Love this, the way you make this journey both a work and a monument. Awesome.

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  13. How lucky you and Pup were to find each other, how blessed.

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  14. your story of Pup melts my heart. yes, he lives on.
    this sounds like a sad poem, but it is also very inspirational.

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  15. He's gorgeous, Sherry. I understand how you fell in love with this regal soul.

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  16. Love it, Sherry! Actually when I first read it, it brought to mind, the puente form, I was first introduced to by Poets United. Though the 'bridge line' isn't there, the second stanza completes and furthers, the image initially penned in the first stanza … making it (very nearly) a bridge poem about a metaphorical bridge.

    A beautifully rendered sentiment. So wonderful that you had those years with Pup. When you write about him, I can tell, he is still there with you.

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