And The Start of Another Week

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Evening
by Jo McDougall

From a wood beyond the fields,
something dark has not yet advanced
toward the yellow light
of the kitchen.
A woman puts away the dishes.
A man goes through the mail.
A child leans over the table,
saying her homework.

The dog looks up once and growls
as if not meaning to, a sound
almost inaudible.
He clicks across the floor, nosing for crumbs.

Comments

  1. robertMay 26, 2009 at 4:51 AM

    A pen is mightier than the sword.

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  2. FrikoMay 26, 2009 at 6:35 AM

    There is something slightly menacing about this poem: "something dark has not yet advanced" as if there is an unseen presence - half heard by the dog - silently approaching this cosy picture of domesticity.

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  3. BarbMay 26, 2009 at 10:58 AM

    Ahhh - I think the bear is coming. Maybe from the Spooky Woods behind my house!

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  4. Batteson.IndMay 26, 2009 at 1:58 PM

    Indeed my first reaction to the start of this poem was; "ooohhh"... but then I got lulled into a lovely, soft, safe nest, the proper feeling of home and knowing you're going to be alright. This was a really beautiful thing...

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  5. LydiaMay 26, 2009 at 4:12 PM

    I like the poem lots, but I love the photo! What a find.

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  6. Rosaria WilliamsMay 26, 2009 at 4:25 PM

    Everyone doing his/her chore, including the dog. A moment in time.

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  7. JoannaMay 26, 2009 at 5:42 PM

    The photo is an absolute classic. The expression on the boy on the right is perfect.

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  8. GailMay 26, 2009 at 8:22 PM

    You post the most beautiful poems. Thank you!

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  9. RudeeMay 26, 2009 at 8:59 PM

    It sounds like the beginning of an advertisement for the all important home alarm to ward of intruders. Something bad is about to happen and the dog is too much of a chow hound to figure it out.

    Great. Now I'm going to have to sleep with the lights on. Again.

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  10. Deanna Bland Hiott PhD, MSN, RNMay 27, 2009 at 12:43 PM

    I love that photo. However, the poem is so...perfect. It captures the ordinary and makes it beautiful. Thank you. :)

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