Musings of PuppyDoc

Butterfly.

From the shadow-frosted timbers
to a soul-caressing ray.

From unrelenting sheaths of silt
weighed beneath an earth’s decay.

From ebbing bud to rising bloom,
hearts exhumed to wakened eyes.

As winter’s curtain takes its bow,
spread her wings…begin to fly.

For now she is free.

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Cherished.

Fervid waters of a love unborn
stir shadows in a twilight dance.
Cheek flushed beneath a nectared kiss,
heart ravished with singular glance.

Repose her upon the horizon pure
over blooms of lavender sheen
to be searched beneath an open sky
as she descends into oblivion serene.

•

Angel.

Cursed by thirst unquenchable
beneath a blazing sky,
Gaze distorted by burning mist
that wells within her eyes.

A soul that weeps before mankind,
for truths they’ve never seen–
of jaded hearts, of bleeding flesh,
of wounds that lie between.

An angel to the suffering,
a guardian to the soul,
a seraph who has fallen,
sunk within beguiling shoal.

Who will deliver this fragile one
whose eyes, too worn to cry?
To lift her up on mended wings
into the blazing sky?

•

Silly Samantha Sunday.

…because even though Samantha refused to smile,
we would still like, with great enthusiasm,
to wish you a wonderfully warm
and
lovingly fuzzy Sunday.

🙂

Unrequited.

When a smile,
portrayed as guise of fire,
rusts as your presence departs…

When a caress,
lingered with twilight glow,
is but a shadow trailing
scarlet threads…

When a love, unreturned,
plays master calloused
to a fading hope…

Set a seal upon shallow heart,
you whom my soul desires,
and let me be released.

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Grace

Though through tears we may grieve,

with regrets we may mourn,

until the day dawns

and the shadows flee away,

Your grace will always be sufficient.

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Silly Samantha-less Sunday.

…because sometimes, even when one has a houseful of animals…
if one of them is not a poofy feline named Samantha…
something still feels like it’s missing.

(p.s. Sorry Samantha…but you weren’t born yet at the time of this photo session…)

Present in the photo:
Pepper the dalmatian
Mickey the kitty
Moses the cockatiel
&
Puppydoc the human perch

😀

Heed the echos of a heartache,
anguished sear of reverie.
Feel its scalp bleed down her face,
scathing tears of memories.
See the eyes that once freely smiled
fading with defeat.
As silent fields in which she lies
drift away with night’s conceit.

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Awakening.

A mare among king’s chariots,
a lily amidst the thorns,
She is a dove hidden in cleft of rocks
sheltered from the morn.

But cast one glance upon her eyes,
and spice flows forth with wakened winds.
Come my love, to my field, he says,
Rise up and come within.

Lifted are plaits of ornaments
that shielded scars beneath.
Rent is the veil that guarded her
from vulnerabilities unsheathed.

She is a cluster of henna flowers
denuded by the Foehn,
A hearth dimmed, its fire quenched,
within which embers now burn.

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Wish.

Cascading tides of

lavender bloom

into a bed of

fragrant

hues.

A starlight’s dance,

a wish betrayed,

she closes her

quivering

eyes.

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Ophelia.

Chant of thunder, orchestra of wind,
a breath of heart’s unrest.
Lightening flash in half moon’s glow
unearths laments repressed.
Raindropped streams upon her face
masking moistened eyes,
lead her gently by zephyr’s call
into awaiting skies.

•

Pursuit.

A

flaming sigh

burns

of

sweetness in gall

chasing fragrant breaths

of wind as your essence departs.

•

Slumber.

Stars

curled ’round

my wandering thoughts,

ensheathed in oblivion serene.

Fears sway languidly,

cradled by night,

I surrender

to

its

embrace.

•

Silly Samantha Sunday.

…because is it just me…
or is the resemblance becoming a tad curious?

😀

Infatuation.

Eyes like doves
behind a veil…

Lips of lilies,
dripping with myrrh…

Awakened wind,
spice flowing forth…

Ravished is my heart.

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Silly Samantha Sunday.

…because sometimes, one just feels like wearing a hat like that.

😀

Oasis.

Like hyacinth blossoms

amidst frosted air,

your words are

a haven to a

wintered

soul.

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Bridges.

…because we all have to cross them once in a while.

🙂

Captive.

Like
moistened
rivulets meandering
down painting lines
of accidental
poetry

I am immured by your words.

•

Silly Samantha Sunday.

…because it’s okay to want to stay snuggled
under a comforter once in a while.

🙂

Dream.

Silent
whispers
of a
wistful
heart
beseech
us
not
to
leave,
so
let
us
glide
in
your
sweet
tide
until
the
ebbing
eve…

Your Health.

Hello friends!

Puppydoc would like to take a moment to have a heart-to-heart with you about your health. As you know, the main purpose of Musings of PuppyDoc is not to address health topics, as there are already numerous medical blogs out there that do that quite well…but rather, to share with you my perception and personal experience of life in the medical field through poetry, images, and a dash of Puppydoc humor.

While that is not going to change, I also recognize that there may be those out there who would not mind strengthening their awareness on matters of health and wellness. I assume and hope that everyone out there has a good, trusted health care provider whom they can access and talk to when there is a need. But as there exist many informative sources of varying quality and reliability out there on the web, I would like to help in a small way to empower you to know more about important health issues.

This is why Puppydoc started a simple Facebook page. Not to share blog content, but to share health information from sources that I have reviewed and found to be accurate and practical. Those who follow my page currently see in their News Feed the occasional health-related article with a dab of doctor humor.

As for Musings of PuppyDoc, it will remain as the current sentimentally whimsical Musings of PuppyDoc that you have come to know well. But if you are at all interested in seeing PuppyDoc, M.D. pop up in your News Feed, hop on over and visit me there.

Hope to see you soon!

With Love,

Puppydoc

Conclusion.

Vinto, Bolivia
•
Now that Gabriel, Juan, Angelica, and Alejandra
have been properly introduced,
it’s time to say goodbye.

But I hope you won’t forget us,
nor the other kids at the children’s homes,
but that you will keep us in your thoughts and prayers
as we continue on this journey called life.

🙂