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
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

FacebookTwitterTumblrGoogle+Kindle ItEmailShare


I AM in Need of Redevelopment

Inside My Sketchbook:  Mixed Media Selfie by Kim Nelson

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

I am in the midst of redevelopment
a recalibration of fact
starting inside
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

Pictures of Me

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

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)