Bad Dog Poem by Carmen Simms

Don't turn but just look forward,
Don't look straight…
Ahead is the distance,
One must carry out….
Those promised promises
To a coining hope of utter salvation
Still, yet, even in the dew drop….
Morning misty, hazed, slightly salty
Dewey droplet stains the corner of my eye,
One lonely….Oh Lonely tear drop!
If you're not lonely first,
You must be lonely last.
Above all this….
This bitter taste,
This "altared" stage,
In which we all must play our part Tell not thee of lips so sweet,
That laughter oozes off the tongue.
Lest I fear that love comes last,
I would then know,
Just what it were that had been missing…..
Love's blushing rose,
Loves Velvet finger coloring my full plumb cheeks….
Had loneliness not come first….. life and loves ebb and flow,
Would cease to know no bounds….
However, last it's the loneliness…the pain that one could only know after having had known love first.