Holding hands with misery
we walk through mist
heading towards
nowhere.
Stroking the Black Dog
I kiss it's muzzle,
embrace cold heartbeat,
walk it by my side.
Making love to despair
we swim in sorrow
gently lapping teardrops
like waves.
Playing fetch with the Black Dog
it retrieves, then runs
away with my smile
until tomorrow.
20/6/08
Yep, I know that hound well. I sometimes have an entire pack following me around! I believe it was Winston Churchill who first used this expression (a mega-depressive if ever there was one) . These words are something we can all relate to and we can count ourselves lucky if it's only occasionally! Love it.
I have a black dog... she is so cute. very good job. Becca
An excellent poem from a versatile mind. Reading your poems is an adventure, never know where they will take us but the ride is always nice.
we indeed have a big black dog, named Ovid after the Roman poet and playwrite, who though a great mythologist literary genius his ideals on romace were negative and dispicable, and in some cases should have been muzzled and in others should be revered and kissed, your descriptive metaphors and symbolic lines are well done
I like the lack of self indulgency and the way you turn things around: 'Stroking the Black Dog I kiss it's muzzle, embrace cold heartbeat, walk it by my side.' To take control, or accept a passing mood and not drown in its intensity..... Good poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WOW! ! ! ......Love this piece Viola my friend, as I find myself saying all the time...with each new piece that you create...a new world to your poems is born...Fantastic job, , , superbly penned and well composed...a stunning 10+ best wishes Jon