Exclusive I am submitting my book to be published

Wait,what kind of poetry is this?

 

Good Luck and my condolences for your family loss. Losing two close members is difficult to absorb.

 

Thank you. I lost my brother long ago when I was 5 years old. My dad last year. One of the reasons I wanted to write this book was my difference of perception between both of their deaths, being a kid, being a man, one an old scar, one fresh. It is really about the different lenses we use to perceive death. I have seen quite a bit, having lost all of my grandparents, many aunt, uncles, and cousins as well as great grandparents, ants, etc. The first death I saw was when I was four, a year before my brother. A neighbor was over and he had a heart attack, crashed through our coffee table and died. I was sitting on the floor across the room playing with my thunder cat action figures.

 

Just for you @SlyPokerDog



Dogs Playing Poker – By C.A. Craig

In exquisite lampshade

Shadows illuminated at

peculiar angle

Green felt buoyant

with a dense fog

of cigar smoke accumulated

Partially obscuring

poker visages



Schnauzer’s countenance is

fearless and alert

Yet, his spiritedness betrays him

A two pair at most

Probably ducks and the two jakes to boot



Collie though intelligent

is too active with his paws

protective of his cards

Sitting on nothing but a bust

Even Steven’s headed towards the door


St. Bernard is calm

Watchful to the T

Almost vacant in the eyes

Yet, a lively sparkle lies in the corner there

Three wise men waiting with their gifts


Bulldog is gregarious

Docile in his way

But, his drool always

impugns him

A bike or broadway

doesn’t matter



Basset Hound is too damn quiet

His face his always drooping

introspective in his lethargic air

All blue, perhaps a boat

Not material anyway


SlyPokerDog so cunning

in his spectacle

Grins in inference of his victory

Goes all in

Lays down his Four Aces to steal the show


One by one they throw in their cards

Schnauzer yips and snarls

Collie shakes his head

St. Bernard knows better

Bulldog lets the bike go

Then comes Basset Hound

Thinking for a moment, but just in raw façade

He calls

Shows his steel wheel of puppy feet

and with his jowl still drooping

takes the pot in whole

 

That...is....awesome!

Now I just have to figure out how to get all of it on my tombstone.

 

That is really deep... My wife lost her brother then her mother in the same week. That was unimaginable.

 

Yeah I can't even begin to imagine that.