#13

I liked my own poem that I wrote this week. I based this poem off Howe's The Beast. In that poem its mainly about sexually encounters with a men. I decided to take a different turn it make it about something that is more playful. I read over all the comments and agree with the majority of them with a little more time to restructure the first part and grammatical errors fixed. I believe this poem has a lot of potential.

Revised Poem

Hearing the sounds
of torture and cries for help

from the living room. Where only
fun filled memories supposed to be held.

Someone is helplessly pleading her case
for anyone to hear

I am listening for that vulnerable voice
wondering what this living thing has

forced on a human being.
I gazed into her eyes and asked

Where is it? Has it
left you hear alone

The day ends, she leaves
early in the morning again for awhile

returning only to be worn out
and out of breath.

This time I sat patiently on the sofa
wishing she would walked through

the door. Finally, it happens.
she bursts through the door

into the kitchen, calmly
reaching in the refrigerator for

a bottle of water. Eventually turning
around saying, it's a dog you know