DARK DOG (BARKING AT THE WORLD)

At the start of the year the universe was calling me to write a new set of poems. I let the ideas that I had sit with me for a while and then I set about writing out what would be the storyline into what the poems would fit. It seemed the work would involve written set pieces and poetry. I was all set to go and then...... THE WORLD SEEMED TO GO CRAZY! It became clear to me that I was not being called to write out MY idea but that I needed to report on what was happening in the world and how it was making me feel.

the BLACK dog is a term used to describe depression and it a dark dog. As I started this work we are in a very dark, depressing time in the world and I had to reflect on that. So this is me, the Dark dog, barking back at the world! This is very much a live piece of work as we turn through this year. I also have my reflections in here, on my own thoughts, feelings and life. This is my heart open and my soul on show for anyone to see. It is me being brave, I hope you enjoy!

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57. EARLY MORNING

I saw him for two days, sitting on the tree log.

The smell of weed drifted on the air to my nostrils

I wondered what his story was and if he had a home to go to

Across from him was the pub 

I walk through it grounds on the way home

 

Something made me think about how much we take for granted

How a peaceful journey in the morning sun, turned into enlightenment  

he wasn't there today and I wondered if he had been moved on

was he at his home?

The smell of weed was gone

 

With my keys in my hand I cross the road into the street where i live

As I step inside and prepare a coffee

Music plays in my head

I wait until I hear its words

Then I thank my life and I head off to bed

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