Looking at fighting, with self and others. The barks bites beefs of solitary self-talk…
Stray thoughts are my companions while I walk;
dogging, circling back, tracking my review
of views I dare to vent when I’m with you;
what the shouts drown out so it’s all cross-talk.
I plod a hounds' play: I tackle, they block;
entangle, they tow; I kick, they won’t shoo;
they snarl and we’re a team I attend to!
Should I be surprised? I bludgeoned; you balk.
Thanks to my mind's guides (like dogs to the blind),
the blunders, blurted awry, I regret.
Saying “I’m sorry” I pray will correct.
Forgive me! I punish myself in kind—
My beasts bite me but my bark is no threat:
I struggle to be someone you’ll respect.
Lovely to see you back Helg.
You know what I'm going to say don't you? I would love to see where those stray thoughts lead you if you did not insist on chaining them to the gates of formal poetry.
This is no dog, its a bird and needs to fly.
love
Ian
Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
Reviewed on April 18, 2005
I like dogs and I like this poem Helga very much.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on April 17, 2005
Those darn mind-mutts! They pop up at the most inopportune times, pulling, tugging, viciously whispering in our ears. Drat! Drat, I say.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
This is my personal inspirational book of poetry. It contains many poems written for family, friends, and relevant life situations. Hopefully you will find some that will encourage and inpsire you in whatever arena you are found in your circle of l
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"Without my mind's guides, like dogs to the blind,
Blunder, I wander awry and regret."
Nice write!
You know what I'm going to say don't you? I would love to see where those stray thoughts lead you if you did not insist on chaining them to the gates of formal poetry.
This is no dog, its a bird and needs to fly.
love
Ian
always a treat to read your work, you've been missed!
Eileen
Carmen :-)