Black Dog

Black_dog_of_depression

Inspired by a good friend Tammy of Tmezpoetry.

Someone throw some bones,
but use your good arm or else save them,
for soup maybe or… the birds,
and not like the butcher’s begrudging
contribution of a half smile,
half pull yerself together,
half fight yer for it type of tidbit
to a pleading, begging, growling
disease when the black dog bites.
Usually I get skinny
pieces depending on the time of day,
covered with sawdust and grit
or sinews dangling like forgotten relatives –
the spare parts left behind –
blue mould already at the next stop
on the journey of spiritual awakening
for the animal it never was.
The paucity of concern
is often greater than the inedible
or indigestible morsel; it would not
bind wounds or hold
life within a blood supply –
annexed like my spirit’s
bloodless, rancid cells
devoid of fight, always hoping
for somebody to throw some bones,
to make this palatable,
and aspects of life to be amusing again
once we release it to the chase
when the black dog barks.

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Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

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