ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

Posting this poem with the assurance that I am not feeling like this!!! Honestly, I'm fine

When all is dark, the household sleeps but I lie wide awake
with no reprieve from racing thoughts and all my old joints ache,
I listen to the creeks and groans from age old walls and doors
absorbed in contemplation of depression and it’s cause.

Despondency lies heaviest upon a weary soul
when living life with gusto is a lost, aborted goal.
The black dog sings with hungry howls while supper is prepared,
its feast consists of hopes and dreams with ne’er a vision spared.

Humanity corruptible? I know that such is true,
when old friends show as counterfeit but masquerade as true.
The morning comes and brings a dose of clarity of thought
to cope with all the daily tasks, to function as I ought.

Good one Wendy

when old friends show as counterfeit but masquerade as true.

That is a brilliant line Wendy. Terrific use of the prompts in this piece - Well done

Been away for a couple of weeks and missed this one, Wendy.

Really well written - even though the subject is dark, the ending is positive. I like that.

Cheers, Shelley

Me too Wendy - been off line for a while catching up on work and missed this, but it's a great poem. I agree with Maureen on that line, and also 'The black dog sings with hungry howls while supper is prepared'.