Say It With Love

I love a man

with dark brown hair.

I do know why,

and even care.

His many moods

are a bright mirror

where I see life,

so much clearer.

© Julianne Carlile

Christmas Snow

The way the snow
fell on the hill,
blowing high and low
trying hard to fill

every tiny crack
in the countryside,
left us with no lack--
now let Christmas ride!

© Julianne Carlile

My Devil Dog

My dog wears his devil costume.
Next year, I'll have to buy another one.
It is a job, as are brushing his teeth,
bathing him, taking him to the vet--all things
that are outside of myself,
all things that keep him here.

© Julianne Carlile


2013

Dog Bed

My Very Own Comfy Dog Bed (Photo credit: Howard O. Young)

my dog's bed
doesn't match any other furniture
gathers hair
takes up space
is in the way
is not used very often at all
is my favorite piece of furniture

Julianne Carlile

To Argue with a Dandelion

to argue with a dandelion
is of course pointless
it doesn't love you
it doesn't love you not
it is just there soaking up the sun
and enjoying itself

it will ignore all your efforts
to destroy it
as it lies there wilting

it will not hold a grudge
tomorrow you will see its twin
and you will feel a twinge
as you start to uproot it with your weed puller
gee why do I have to do this
is it really hurting
anything at all

© Julianne Carlile

This poem won the Wilda Morris Poetry Challenge for May, 2012.

To Argue With My Dog

to argue with my dog about anything
is of course pointless
he knows how hard things are
how we both are just jokes
in the great cosmos
how things we plan hardly ever turn out

he is glad he has me
to take care of him
and love him

he knows when he won't do as I say
eventually I'll get it
much as I might want to believe
I am superior not like him
it will never ever
be so

© Julianne Carlile

That Snow

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There is no snow anywhere,
just ice--frozen rain like dried milk that
sticks to my windshield and scraper.
But at the stop sign in the dark of night
are two snow boulders,
as if someone traveling from up north
dropped them off of their vehicle
and went on without noticing.
In the cold dark morning
where I can hardly see to drive
they are like headlights--
a beacon lighting my way.

© Julianne Carlile

That Doll

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That baby doll
with the real eyelashes,
that cooed and wet,
with the velvet sashes,

that Santa for some reason
never brought,
the one I waited for,
for nought,

surpasses all others
through all the seasons:
all memories, all presents,
all dolls, all reasons.

© Julianne Carlile

Happy Thanksgiving!!!

Image by blmiers2 via Flickr

I'll try to feel blessed this Thanksgiving Day.
There's really nothing to stand in my way:
the weather's been crisp,
I went to New York.
Now if I can just keep from
dropping my fork.

Just a little ditty for those in the city.

© Julianne Carlile

Here Lives a Dog

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Here lives a dog who by relation,
knows every dog in this
whole nation.
And if I wanted to take
it further,
he knows every dog
over yonder.
But don't let me forget
I live--
every dog is radioactive
and though it seems to some like nought,
can give me more than I
ever thought.

© Julianne Carlile

2011

Counting the Dogs

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This dog wore a sweater,
this dog stayed home,
this dog was given snacks and cheese
but would eat none,
and this dog barked woof woof woof woof
all day long.

This dog jumped into a car
as though it were an adventure,
this dog ran and chased a ball,
this dog was too tired,
and this dog barked woof woof woof woof
all day long.

This dog thought he was a person,
this dog thought he was a cat,
this dog thought he was a dog,
an ordinary dog,
and barked woof woof woof woof
all day long.

© Julianne Carlile

2011