What price love


The day has come to rest
in a sea of purple and red;
the wind has gone to sleep,
beyond the flowerbed.

THEN!!

Children home from school
baby cries to be fed,
note from the PTA
impatient to be read.

Daddy’s home at five,
supper’s in the frig
gotta get it together
for the Monday night bridge.

Salesman at the door
the kids let him in!
Dog’s humping his leg
it’s a freaking loony bin.

Grandmas on the phone
preachin’ to a kid
cartoons on TV
I’m about to blow my lid.

The salesman left the house
with a silly looking grin,
trying to shake him off
dog’s in love with him.

Daddy’s home and asks,
who’s that with our dog?
Call when supper’s ready,
I’m going for a jog.

Strange … when you look back,
how you just couldn’t wait.
Oh, and that romantic sunset?
It’s that fickle finger of fate.

J.C.Hill

Jack,

I enjoyed the lightheartedness earlier in this poem. I did notice a spelling error- "frig" should be "fridge".

I think it is quite clear to even the casual reader than you have a very particular message woven throughout this poem. If you don't mind I would like to hear more about your intentions and meaning behind this piece.

The last stanza did slightly throw me for a loop (for the sudden, almost grave turn, that the narrator took). Knowing one of your trademark poetry subjects sort of leads me to think I know what you are getting at, and to whom your last line is referring, but I have just enough doubt/curiosity to appeal to your insights. After all, when it doubt, seek the author out .

Overall I did enjoy this. You know I'm stickler for smooth rhyme and rhythm in most poems but even though there are a few lines that I would normally offer suggestions on, I don't want to suggest any edits because I feel I have glimpsed slightly your deeper meaning and I always find it hard to alter the emotions of your works.

I hope that you are well (the last stanza hints at some latent anger) and that I will see some more of your works soon.

Thanks for sharing, I did enjoy this look into the life of a suburban family with a very promiscuous canine .

This poem rocks!

It's so deep ... and true about the price of love. It's not those silly text messages the teens send. It's not a dozen of red roses on Valentine. It's not even trying to get into girls' pant. It's all about your dog and his love to get jiggy with it!

Today suppose to be a sad day of my love life ... but this poem made it feel ... ok somehow.

Aeres,
The poem depicts the chaos in the house of the Hills. Though pandemonium was the order of the day, there were moments.

I tried to make some corrections but was unable. Must be a new change?

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KO,
I remember when I thought the house would burst apart, I would look at my wife and we both would burst out in hysterical laughter. Sometimes laughter IS the best medicine; maybe not.

Jack