Photo: yeepet.com
You live the life of a poet or artist.
A dog marks his place on earth.
Someday, someone will discover that
you were there before him.
An old one, revamped. For those of us who have no children to carry on our presence on earth, this has to be, in part, an underlying factor in our choices.
So happy to have Brian Miller hosting again at dVerse where he’s asking us to rethink WHY we do what we do…in other words, our personal philosophies.
My babies:
Non Fiction Beating the Odds, Support for Persons with Early Stage Dementia
Novel Winter is Past
Ā I’m planning a free Kindle give-away for Mid-August–will keep you posted.
Poetry
Jacaranda Rain
Novel
The Sin of His Father
Victoria C. Slotto, Author 
That doggie, explain us that doggie there! š
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Let’s just say, I’m glad that wasn’t my laptop.
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is that puppy doing what I think he’s doing? š making sure you know he was there before you… ~
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This was fun and thought provoking! We all wish to make a mark in this world…some have it easier than others?
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You’re saying the dog peed on your poetry and/or artwork, obviously not finding it as important as you did.
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Not exactly my point. :0)
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We all want to make some impact, to think our time here was special in some way…. We’ve never met and probably never will but I am glad you have touched my life through your poems and comments.
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I think we all make our mark. Dogs do it in their way; and we humans do it in our own way….including with our books & blogs!
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Ah.. the shell of a Nautilus spiRited in message of earth for millions of years.. in fossilized Truth of the Art of GOD as Nature.. swirling about like galaxies above.. sunflowers below.. still alive in etch a heArt soUl
Oh.. the systemizing mind creates with art hand-in-machiine..
so now there are Blogs as Nautilus shells serving
up unique Light of human soUls as spiRit..
as sure as most words spoken and
more.. as human heart survives
like Nautilus heart
as spirit
in markings
of human
Nautilus
soul
on earth
forevermore
NOW as long as Nautilus
Shell Servers serve that up..:)
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Or that there is nothing new under the sun.
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ouch…thanks for the smile š
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We all try to mark our presence on this earth, don’t we? Perhaps we’ll be discovered; perhaps not. Does it matter? I don’t know. But I thank you for the thoughts.
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Do we mark our territory in life..what parts would we claim…How will we be remembered…Aren’t we all trying to leave our signature in some form. Four lines sure do convey a large message.
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That is one cute puppy. He could pee on my computer any day, LOL. I enjoyed your post – gave me a smile!
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And you gave me a smile today, V! Every living soul marks the earth in one way or the other. So perfectly said… š ā¤
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hahah… that cracks me up… love that image victoria
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Such a heartfelt pen š
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This is so simple and brilliant… indeed our words are our mark!
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This is great, Victoria–I agree with Glenn’s comment on the richness within your brevity. I’m still pondering what to write about “philosophy”… Blessings, Dell
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Ha. I love that you equate our art with a dog taking a piss. marking their territory. That kinda irreverence I dig. A very apt metaphor. Ha.
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too much good stuff packed in a tenacious tin of brevity. I look at 50 years of my poetry, & do often wonder, what of it, or me, will survive my tenure on this plane, will make any sort of difference to anyone; meanwhile I write, I rant, & I make plans.
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It already has.. smiles.. Love never dies…
as long as human Lives..:)
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