Beobachtet der Hund Schau mir zu

Beobachtet der Hund Schau mir zu

Sie liebt es zu bellen,
lange Spaziergänge in Parks,
mit Lerchen zu machen.

Allerdings ist sie nicht eifrig,
im Sturm zu spielen oder
in einem Tornado zu spielen.

So bleibt sie bei mir, und
sie wartet auf die Vögel,
um ihre Zustimmung für uns zu zwitschern
nach draußen gehen. In der Zwischenzeit
beobachtet der Hund mich, während ich fernsehe.
———-
Watch the dog Watch me

She loves to bark,
Long walks in parks,
With larks.

However, she is not eager,
In the storm to play or
In a tornado.

So she stays with me, and
She waits for the birds,
To chirp their consent for us
go outside. In the meantime
The dog watches me while I watch TV.

— Douglas Gilbert

Vicarious Dog

Vicarious Dog

Vicarious Dogs wait for the day to break…


based on photos by @bethanylynn1210

Vicarious Dog

She likes to bark
to have long walks
in larking parks, but

not so keen about
walking in tornadoes

so she stays with me
and watches TV until
the birds chirp their
approval for the day

— Douglas Gilbert

Bird on Keyboard* (Draft 2)


    — From photos by @bethanylynn1210

Bird on Keyboard

  There’s a bird on piano, crumbs left for her beak,
crunchy keyboard, no melody. The bird
knows no better than to peck discordantly
fluttering its wings, and now it’s
on the computer keyboard that’s
covered with seeds, and pecking,
it being of beak.

The bird is answering emails, but
you are of arms not embracing.
    [ ]
I had thought I’d
bask in the sun
lay you down, but
you phone called in bed
while we made love, said
you could only multi-task, squealing
moans in the phone, taking
a shipping order
saying, “pump”. A
screaming screen cries
bird on my keyboard
———
[Derived from this previous poem:]

Multibed Down

There’s a bird on my keyboard
crumbs for her beak
crunchy board
no emails. The bird
knows no better
than to peck
fluttering its wings
but you are of arms
not embracing

I had thought
I’d bask in the sun
lay you down, but

you phone called in bed
while we made love, said
you could only multi-task, squealing
moans in the phone, taking
a shipping order
saying, “pump”

A screaming screen cries
bird on my keyboard
stocks have crashed

— Douglas Gilbert

Bird on Keyboard


    — From photos by @bethanylynn1210

Bird on Keyboard

There’s a bird on piano, crumbs left for her beak
crunchy keyboard, no melody. The bird
knows no better than to peck discordantly
fluttering its wings, and now it’s
on the computer keyboard that’s
covered with seeds, and pecking
it being of beak.

The bird is answering emails, but
you are of arms not embracing.
I had thought I’d
bask in the sun
lay you down, but
you phone called in bed
while we made love, said
you could only multi-task, squealing
moans in the phone, taking
a shipping order
saying, “pump”. A
screaming screen cries
bird on my keyboard
———
[Derived from this previous poem:]

Multibed Down

There’s a bird on my keyboard
crumbs for her beak
crunchy board
no emails. The bird
knows no better
than to peck
fluttering its wings
but you are of arms
not embracing

I had thought
I’d bask in the sun
lay you down, but

you phone called in bed
while we made love, said
you could only multi-task, squealing
moans in the phone, taking
a shipping order
saying, “pump”

A screaming screen cries
bird on my keyboard
stocks have crashed

— Douglas Gilbert