I have noticed that as the week has progressed that the readership seems to have diminished on a daily basis. (That though is only my perception) I think that maybe by posting the poem in its entirety day by day may have had something to do with it. So tomorrow and Sunday parts six and seven will be posted individually. And as an added bonus, on Monday watch for a related post.

Thanks for reading and commenting,




 She walks the dog along the beach,

as the sun reflects the trees,

orange, red and yellow,

with still a touch of green,

off of the mirrored surface,

like the perfect movie scene.

Solitude surrounds them,

the birds, only with their songs,

invade the silent stillness,

of her thoughts, of what went wrong.


 Had familiarity,

indeed, brought on contempt?

Oh no, not he, not she, not them,

weren’t they to be exempt?

Were they not the kindred spirits,

alike in all respect,

twin souls upon the parallel,

from birth, their paths direct?

Impossible” she thought, “not us,”

yet, that thought would not reject.


 “If only he had come along,

with us, the dog and I,

together on this sterling day,

and beside the water walk,

perhaps, perchance, the autumn air,

would bring a cleansing talk.”

But no, he had not interest,

preoccupied with some thought,

and a barely heard goodbye,

was all that she had got.


 Distance grown between them,

felt more when close at hand.

Ah, but whence the onset,

and what could be the cause?”

Did she hold blame for something,”

she wondered without pause?

She had asked aloud as if the dog,

could begin to speak today,

but, he had no answers,

yet, “if he could what might he say?”


 Denial, hurt, then anger,

were the feelings she had brought,

along with the dog, this brilliant day,

on this walk along the shore.

But, not knowing why, was festering,

down deep within her core.

She had to learn the answer,

and no more, could she delay,

at least that present, give herself,

for this be her birthday.



(part five)

Jack Downing

Oct. 2011

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Hearth and Health are wonderful things and if you're without either such sorrow that brings So I cannot express enough thanks to my Lord and to my family and friends for the support you afford! ~Jack Downing~
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2 Responses to Perception

  1. Beth Ann says:

    I am wondering where you are going with this one…got me pulled in. But don’t worry about your stats—it is the way the blogging world goes. THe posts “we” think should be at the top of everyone’s list aren’t. I think that sometimes life just gets in the way….

    • You are 100% correct, I know myself that I do not always have the time to read other peoples blogs with as much attention as they deserve. And sometimes we are just too busy to visit. (but nevertoo busy for It’s Just Lifethough) Thanks for your insight Beth Ann. Are they letting you take your ipod or laptop with you, or are they forcing you to be”incommunicato”(not sure of the spelling andtoo lazy to look it up) Be safe, guard that hard-gotten currency, and enjoy.


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