Monologue seeking its context

[Pik]

Ain't no one coming
to make the coffee that strong
No one who can love for three
Who can plant the peppers
Who can steal the slippers
Who can scratch the friendly dog
And the real one
Who can love it when I frown
And whom to love when they do
Who can know how to suffer,
For the dog
And the world.
And allow it to be beautiful
And the most grotesque.
And allow it to be the happy.
And not the saddest.

 

[CatrionaGrace]

There is some nice imagery there, Pik, especially in the first few lines. I got lost somewhere between the friendly dog and knowing how to suffer. Since I consistently do a poor job of interpreting poetry, getting lost is on me and not on your writing.

 

[Rath Darkblade]

Hmm ... interesting and touching images there, Pik. I enjoyed the contrast between the 'friendly dog' and the 'real one'.

I think I understand what you mean by 'who can know how to suffer for the dog and the world', but I'm not sure what the last two lines mean. *shrug* Sorry!

 

[Brandon S. Pilcher]

To be honest, while the imagery is nice, I'm not great at interpreting metaphorical poetry like this. What is it supposed to mean?