Black Dog Melancholia

Black Dog Melancholia

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Black dog melancholia

Seems to be
My natural state
I hate
that fact

I want to be all bright colored
Orange, Lime, Grapefruit, Pink
Apparently emanating a sweet citrus smell
And I work HARD toward that end

But some days
Exhausted
I wish I was comfortable
Nestled in the BlueGloom
So that life
Need not be
So effortful

But I’m not
So I put it forth
Searching for a way
To “STAY!” then walk away
From the black dog

*written to share in The Garden

I AM

I am in the midst of redevelopment
improvement from the inside
out
time to refurbish
learn to self-nourish
live
without fear or doubt

I am in the midst of redevelopment
a recalibration of fact
Adore
starting inside
Accept
learn to love
all that heretofore
I disliked thought/sight of

Learn, believe: All is well

*Original Art Available Here
This poem was shared in The Garden

Look Up!

Look up!

Stand up!
So much to see
So many watching, walking, wanting
To be
Connected
To you
To me
We
Possess the wonder
Beauty
Ability
To dash deceptions
So that tragedy
(read: bigotry)
Cannot be
So
Look up! Stand up!
Be ready

To LOVE

Shared @ Poets United

Pictures of Me

Pictures of me move fleetingly
in and out of memory, present, past
I gaze
trying to decide if any
are recognizable
true

This is not a mood thing
a stage of life or a phase
It’s an awakening
(I get it @KateC.)
a realization
that if they’re not

It’s time to fix that

*Shared in The Garden

** proudly not a haiku (although sometimes haiku are exactly right)