Postcard Poem – A Dog’s Kind of Sorrow

Forsaken postcard

Emily Carr – Forsaken – 1937 – Vancouver Art Gallery

There are no words

for a dog’s kind of sorrow

before the warm light

and the wild aromas

of the day return

filling the hollowed spaces

and you turn

from the far last sight

of the one whose absence

now fills the world

to find your way home

again                        alone.



About wrensong

I am a poet who collects stones. I am a wanderer of creek beds and forests, canyons and high desert who, coming home, sometimes finds words to tell the story. I am a companion with others in the search for Deep, Wild Soul. I shape containers in time and space for others to come together to write, to tell their stories, to hold each other in the telling. I am a grandmother and the companion of a cat named Alaya. I often travel out into open country with a man who calls himself Dunewalker who has hung his hammock in my heart.
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