Blue Dayz


This is one from the vaults. A friend was experiencing a bad case of the blues.

I wrote this poem to share with her and others my experience of the black dog’s bite.


bull aligns with ox
projects are on hold

make dreams happen
channel abundance

survival mode sux

black dog prowls
snarling
nips at vulnerability

then bites down hard

beyond the blue daze
we look back for clues
grateful for love support
gentle kicks in the arse

triumph mode roars

happy dapper chappies
give it all to all
and it’s worth it

make dreams happen