Hounding The Hound Poem by Chris Robideaux
Hounding The Hound
What plagues the men of plagues
And wars, when the heat of the human
Grows beyond measure?
I have a hound who knows the sound
Of love gone forever.
I can’t see them, but I know they are there.
Who doctors the doctors
When Rapunzel has cut off all of their hair?
Hounding the hound would be
Just as fair.
9.14.13
love is within us, we are to search. good write. I invite you to read my poem 'Family members' and comment and vote.
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5/3/2024 10:33:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A beautiful piece of poetry penned in heightened poetic diction to capture the conviction of the poet. A lovely train of thoughts, well articulated and nicely encapsulated into an awesome piece of poetry. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem THE PHOENIX STRANGLER.