Double Dog

She sets her hair
her teeth
the clock
eyes the door with
an icy stare
and dares
him to come home.

She bites her nails
her skin
her tongue
listens with perked ears
for the keys
oh, please
this time, come home.

She sits, she holds
her ring
her breath
stays her tired heart
beat stills
and wills
him to come home.

 

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6 Responses to Double Dog

  1. Shawna says:

    I really love this. The rhythm and rhyme. The clipped lines. The repetition. Your words tick-tock the seconds to match the wait.

    • Shawna says:

      Wow, what happened? You had been popping out poems like crazy! Why the slow?

      • whimsygizmo says:

        Hey, Shawna. My paid gig is as a freelance advertising copywriter, and with two kids sometimes that means working some crazy busy evenings and weekends. Such was the case this past four days or so. šŸ˜‰ Thanks for missin’ me.

  2. Indeed a challenge, of the worst kind. Great job, catching the intensity of it, De!

  3. Agree with both comments above, De. Was living this one as I read it. :-[] (…that’s my attempt at an emoticon with gritted teeth…)

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