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My Dog Has No Nose by Todd Boss

January 12th, 2011 Comments(0)

Whew! A full day at work sandwiched between snowblowing/shoveling. I’m pooped! Thank heavens my poetry pal has sent me quite a few poems. P.S. I adore my dog.

This was first published in the Summer 2009 issue of The Georgia Review.

My Dog Has No Nose
By Todd Boss

for beauty. She
knows not where it

nests, nor how it
flushes and goes,
nor how best

to close it
in her mouth’s
soft wallet, nor

whether, if she
brought it and
laid it at the feet

of her lord, he’d
mete out any but
the usual reward.

To a Wild Rose by Todd Boss

May 02nd, 2010 Comments(1)

This one was sent by my poetry buddy a while ago.

To a Wild Rose
By Todd Boss

“with simple tenderness,” for Beth

It’s true, what all our
heroes say. There is a way
in this world for beauty,
for good. It may
be a crooked path
in a tanglewood, but
stay the course and,
when the way grows rocky,
walk your horse,

and who knows, you may yet
come upon the wild rose,
as I have done, and,
paying close attention,
keep from crushing her into
the grime, and then,
with any luck, in time
remember how you found her
and how to find her again
when the way gets wilder.

Don’t Come Home by Todd Boss

March 19th, 2010 Comments(0)

I’ve been sitting around like a lump all evening, and was rewarded by getting a couple e-mails from my poetry buddy. (ha ha ha!)

Don’t Come Home
By Todd Boss

ranks first among
the worst things
someone you love
can say. Not even
the common I
hate you does
the damage Don’t
come home will
do. You can live
with I hate you,
same as you live
with the past.
You abide it. I
hate you in fact
can be worth
coming home to,
like anything built
to last. I hate you
may be the mythical
two in the bush
the bird in the hand
is worth, while
Don’t come home,
by contrast, is
that first bird,
caught bird, scared
to sing its song,
percussive wings
held fist-fast just
so long.