A Wild Dog In Chong'li Comments

to my May 2019 Showcase, found in my list of PH poems. Thanks. bri ;)

" That made me difficult to open my eyes" ..i would rewrite this line. ask how, if you'd like my opinion. " found him a home" ..normally i'd use " himself" here, not him " the sun is his all" ...i'm not sure what you mean; maybe you mean the sun is the most important thing for the wild dog? " ..the sun is all his" would mean something else. and i think you work for Chinese tourism group. Right? ! to MyPoemList. bri :)

Just you and the wild dog, the observer and the observed, and the poem creates a complex interplay of human and animal. You made an effort to watch that dog struggle to the top and then relax, the sun shining in your eyes, the patience you needed to let this small drama play out. This is what we poets do: we take events others don't notice and show they have beauty and meaning for those who pay attention as you did. Today when I walk through Salem Hills Park and see a dog on a leash, I'm going to remember this wild dog, completely free and content. The sight of the wild dog on his coal hill will keep Chong'li in my memory! Also, your prose sentence about Chong'li - The golden firs and green pines stood high in the clear wind - is a wonderful image, almost a poem by itself. I was there in my imagination and it was so refreshing to see and feel that place of autumn.

Beautiful piece. Very insightful, a lesson for us that to be happy is to be satisfied with what we have.