As you’ll see, today’s poem started with a gut feeling (no pun intended). From there, I let myself free-associate, which led to synthesizing dog-related idioms into a new thought.
Free associating is an approach to writing I’ve been trying lately. It’s just one tool and doesn’t always lead to a finished poem. But when it does, I enjoy the fresh and spontaneous feel it yields.
”Every Dogma Has Its Day” will be in my next book, A Song of Glass: Dreams Stories, and Poems.
Every Dogma Has Its Day
If I could only vomit the pit in my stomach,
the knot pulled tight as the dogs of war
play tug-of-war at the end of our rope.
Which will be top dog?
It hardly matters.
One will have teeth ripped from its mouth
by this braided tether while the winner’s tongue wags
its dog to a nation that stands by, crying, “Good boy!”
A Wandering Minstrel 