National Poetry Month--Day 15--Tan Renga Poem--Dog Collaboration

We're supposed to collaborate on this poem. If you're clueless about what a Tan Renga is, go here. You'd think I'd have someone, but my husband is considered necessary, so he still works Outside. All I have is the Extremely Talented and amazingly intelligent and verbose Dogeroo, Sir Riles Barksalot. So here it is:

DOGEROO

Fearless hunter dog

Despoiler of trashcan wheels

Guards our little house

Bark bark whiiiiiiine woof sniff growl sniff

GROWL woof bark whiiiiiiine sniff bark BARK!

(Which means: 

Something's living in the shed

Eating it will make it stop.)

©2020 by H. Linn Murphy

If in the course of the day I find someone human to share with, we'll do another...;) So my daughter joined me for this one:

Run little Gecko,

 

Escape from Riley's sharp teeth, 

 

He's full of dog food,

little dash, sharp eyes follow,

oops no tail, it will grow back.

Natassia Scoresby and Heidi Murphy

And now for something completely and utterly different:

One Blade of Grass

One blade of grass so alone, so small

Insignificant in the scheme of it all

Hardly worth mentioning should it fall

No revelation should it stand tall

But unite it with millions of others

Standing together with sisters and brothers

Being good grass like their fathers and mothers

A verdant sea of soft green feathers.

Together they gladden the eyes and the heart

Filling their measure and doing their part

United, a force, while divided, mere starts

Making the world a little less tart

Perhaps we can learn from the little grass blade 

When we're going through life with our feet and heart clayed

Reach out to your neighbors 'til the dragon is slayed

Apart you're defeated, together, well-played 

 

 

©2020 by H. Linn Murphy