The Black Dog

A Poem by My Name is Brenda and I'm a Writer

The black dog sleeps in the cradle while the baby howls.
"My dear, did you notice?
The mantle clock stopped at four."
Breathe now.
Your essence clouds the mirror of my soul,
while this finger traces the cat's cradle of your brow.

© 2008 My Name is Brenda and I'm a Writer

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Alexa Tasch

it has nice symoblizem and it has a nice kind of feel to it

Posted 14 Years Ago

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Added on February 5, 2008

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My Name is Brenda and I'm a Writer

Falls Church, VA

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My first novel was inspired by my own childhood on Pungo Creek in rural North Carolina where I grew up in a house shared by three generations. It seems it took a lifetime to write but it was actually.. more..

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