Tangerine Dog

[BobbyIce]

Oh, Tangerine Dog
You look just like me
Not in any sort of fog,
But Completely, clearly.

As your mouth will open,
So does mine
For me you have chosen,
To be with, this time.

Yes, it is me who has been plucked
From the world around
My ego tucked,
My reasoning sound.

As sound as the silence,
I contemplate aloud,
I knowing not the science
Of seeing forms in a cloud.

Tangerine Dog,
Are you thinking of me?
Or are you actually the fog,
That now so plainly, I could not see?

[Jack of Hearts]

Have no idea what this is about. 'Tangerine' dog is interesting imagery though.




J

[hillwalker]

Great title - but the poem isn't so hot...

...probably because you decided to sacrifice sense for rhyme - why 'fog'? what on earth does 'my ego tucked' mean? and how does one 'contemplate aloud'?

This doesn't make any sense at all - but it rhymes so it must be a poem. Right?

Wrong.

If you're still in control of the idea that lies behind this poem I advise you to dispose of the rhyme and try expressing that idea so that your readers can share it. Otherwise, you are going to leave us all baffled and bemused.

H

[everyadventure]

Is it disturbing that I wish to take a bite of your tangerine dog? I imagine him tasting like a Creamsicle...