Sunday, May 6, 2012

A poem that catches the joy of a sunny Sunday morning .




The Dogs at Live Oak Beach , Santa Cruz

As if there could be a world
Of absolute innocence
In which we forget ourselves

The owners throw sticks
And half-bald tennis balls
Toward the surf
And the happy dogs leap after them
As if catapulted -

Black dogs, tan dogs ,
Tubes of glorious muscle -

Pursuing pleasure
More than obedience
They race , skid to a halt in the sand ,
Sometimes they'll plunge straight into
The foaming breakers

Like diving birds , letting the green turbluence
Toss them , until they snap and sink

Teeth into floating wood
Then bound back to their owners
Shining wet , with passionate speed
For nothing ,
For absolutely nothing but joy .

By Alicia Ostriker.

20 comments:

  1. I love the dogs leaping "as if caterpulted". Reminds me of a certain WFT.
    Gail.

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  2. A lovely poem, images of beautiful Wilfie Pon and a cup of tea. I'm set.
    Happy Sunday.
    Teena & Merlin xx

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  3. Carefree, joyous...encompassing the 'Freedom' we all pursue.
    Wonderful poem!

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  4. That's absolutely lovely! Just imagine.....

    Keep on going Wilf!

    With love from your Canadian pals,
    Dianna along with Tor, Willow and Tucker

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  5. "LIKE!" Love the coast and LOVE to watch dogs attacking the waves to retrieve their "prey"...it's a site to behold. Every single time, I smile. It's a joy that's contagious... *Love the poetry. Canine bliss. Get some! A (hug) for Wilf. :-)

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  6. Joy and dogs is really synonymous, isn't it?

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  7. That poem is fantastic! Thank you for sharing it! :)

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  8. bacetti per wilfie susannne, daisy foxxiie and kiri

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  9. oh dear ongoose! thank you for sharing this.
    it is beautiful on so many levels! what the world needs.
    i felt the water and heard the sounds of the dogs and the sea.
    wonderful treat for this landlocked soul.
    a special bear hug for my tiniest bear,
    love,
    tammy j

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  10. Not enough words in my english vocabulary to understand really well this beautiful poem, but lovely photos of my beloved Wilfee.
    Happy Sunday sweet boy.
    Amitiés for you, Angus, and Lady Font.

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  11. Oh to be as joy-driven as a dog!

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  12. Beautiful day, beautiful poem, beautiful Wilf.

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  13. Truly lovely! brings to mind such gorgeous images! Hugs to Wilf and company.

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  14. Carefree days. I love poetry.

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  15. As I age, I more appreciate poetry - esp. that re: dogs and horses. Thank you - wonderful images in the words and lovely photos of dear Wilf. Our Sunday is sunny, too - have a GREAT day!

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  16. How I'd love to see Wilf frolicking at Live Oak! Youth and the seaside. Bitter sweet for us both. I used to live in Capitola many years ago.

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  17. So visually wonderful. Thanks for this. A photo of Wilfie and that sweet poem are a great Sunday treat.
    It is sunny here and we wish we were near Santa Cruz.

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  18. I took the dogs to the beach yesterday near Santa Barbara. This was the scene exactly...

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