Block party for poets!

[kagomeshuko]

Remember how I'm doing that poem a day challenge? Well, according to the person who is running the challenge, it has turned into something like a block party for poets!

Also, I am allowed to post my poems here as long as I make sure they are in the comments section of his blog!

So, here's today's poem. It's an "outsider poem"

Pug

The bugged out eyes and sad little whine
should've told the owners that something was wrong.
I stood there looking in,
wishing I could help.
I couldn't even adopt another dog, so buying one
was out of the question.
He had never known love, but needed it.
He seemed hungry and thirsty.
The smell in the store was unhygienic
Feces lined the floor.
I had to be careful where I stepped.
I cooed, "Poor baby" as I looked at his cage.
He was the only one,
Not another dog in sight.
Yet, there were rows of cages.
Why just one,
so little and so lonely?
Would he ever know a home?
I had to walk away,
meet my mother,
sad to leave him behind.
Did he ever find a home?
I'll never know.

~ Bridget Ilene Delaney ~

Then, here's yesterday's poem, which is an "origin poem."

When the building fell down;
Collapsed into nothing but timbers and toothpicks
And smoke and dust rose from the ground,
It seemed that nothing could make that empty lot better.
It was dust and only dust;
Not even sacred dust;
Not even ashes that were to be spread on foreheads.
So, when they started planting flowers
And random blades of grass,
Nobody liked the idea
Why beautify a lot of dust?
It didn't matter - it wouldn't matter.
Not now. Not ever.
They voted no.
The lot sat with nothing happening.
Weeds grew among the flowers and the grass.
Rain came and made the dust lot into mud.
The years passed and the grass grew.
The year passed and people forgot about the dusty lot.
Children ran and played baseball.
They found nowhere to hide, but they went.
They met and were happy.
Another vote was taken.
Yes to a park. Yes to fun. Yes to the children.

~ Bridget Ilene Delaney ~