Out Walking by Bruce Michael Foley


Out Walking

I saw a bloated dog in water
bobbing, riding the steady roll of parting waves
alongside the tree lined banks of the River Charles
one Sunday morning;
white-crested, the unfolding wake of many boats
as they’d go, setting out toward Boston Harbor in
bright sunlight, shimmering diamonds strewn about
his lifeless body, just a pup.

Jack Russell, he was.

Collared, in dark blue leather with tags,
no more than two or three years young.
Swollen toward bursting, sweet soft belly
become a balloon, eyes staring up at me
showing no color, save for two ghostly marbles
of dull, pale blue, that made me stop
to catch a falling of tears,
out walking.

indexI was born across the bridge from Boston, Massachusetts, in Cambridge, as July 4th fireworks exploded over the Charles River, just a stone’s throw from Harvard University. At age two, my family moved to Somerville, Ma.,where I was raised in a rough blue-collar environment, playing many sports. In 1998 I relocated to Las Vegas, Nevada. Here, I work among special needs children and teach martial arts. Poetry began in high school, but took off in a more dedicated way in later years, along with resuming music studies, guitar. My poems are published in various anthologies; including Impressions, Prism, and the Mighty Voices Of Thunder Series, sponsored by the international poetry website, “Allpoetry.” I was a featured poet in Lyrical Somerville February 2015, a Boston based publication, as well as being an “Editor’s Front Page Pick,” for the month of March 2016 on Allpoetry. A defining moment that contributed significantly to further interest in writing was a First Place Award from the International Poetry Fellowship, for my poem, “Among Fields of Cotton.” Presently, I am happy to have the opportunity to explore various forms of poetry with Mr. Bruce Isaacson, Poet Laureate of Clark County Nevada.

2 Replies to “Out Walking by Bruce Michael Foley”

  1. I’m amazed that I have not read Bruce Michael Foley prior to his appearance on Outlaw Poetry. I see a lot of sites here and abroad and have had the good fortune to appear on many of the them over the years. Foley is far better than many of the usual suspects. Cadence counts and he knows that.

  2. From a man and poet with the literary stature of one Mr. Donal Mahoney, I really don’t know how to reply, except to say thank you, Sir. I am very grateful. As writers, we all know how much it means to be recognized for our work. To receive such honest, gracious appraisal by a stellar, accomplished poet such as Mahoney; this means the world to me. Donal, you have made my day. You inspire, my friend. Again, I thank you wholeheartedly.

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