Tag: depression
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The Shadow of Dog
i can feel the shadow of dog the quiet looming of dread in the hint of a breath on the back of my neck but nothing is there when i look i can feel the shadow of dog as days become short the soft click of their paws on foundational floors are felt by my…
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“On this Day” Repost – The Dog
Facebook has one good feature – “On This Day”, and it’s reminded me why I’m feeling a bit …”off” … today. My original post can be found here. ************************* The dog takes me for a walk, pulling against the leash, strong and determined, straining to break free. We only walk in winter, the dog and…
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Avoidance
Cards flicking silently on an electronic screen thoughts careening wildly looping through my brain no meaningful outcome to either occupation just time used without solution 8/6/2017
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If you went down to the woods today
If you went down to the woods today, did you walk in sunshine or stand in the shadow? If you went down to the woods today, did you dance in the leaves or recline in the wallow? If you went down to the woods today, did you walk on the wide or step on…
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Underneath my skin, vicious things lie
Underneath my skin, vicious things lie green envy red rage white pain blue loneliness they wriggle like worms dug up from the dirt trying to burrow back to the haven of the dark as they scrabble in their desperate turmoil to not be seen they create, in one ridiculously sublime moment a pattern of iridescent…
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Sunday Evening
I have dropped them, I scrabble in my jittering frenzy, searching for the fragments of words, a lie to tell the world. © ceenoa
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Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #50: Gain & Hound
Small gains comprise me strengthening against winter the black hound circles © ceenoa
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The Canine Cure
I long for the canine cure with a passion as strong as it’s pure for the screech of the dog catchers van which will allow me to be who I am but, oh he is sneaky, this dog as he slinks in trailing the fog the eddies and pools, all shades of grey that smother…
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The Forest that was Not
To call it writers block would be understating the fact. Writers Forest is more like it. Writers Doomsday Forest is even more accurate. Nothing is happening in my brain-to-finger-equals-typing equation. There is no funny verse percolating in my coffee pot brain, not humorous rhymes bubbling in my stew – in short, depression rules unto the…
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The Dog
The dog takes me for a walk, pulling against the leash, strong and determined, straining to break free. We only walk in winter, the dog and I, weather grey and gloomy, under short day skies. My dog is black. © ceenoa 16/6/2014
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