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4 June: Her Dog #thewildness

AI digital art. a woman in black and a black dog in a vine-like forest

Those wicked days that pressed. Persistent. Pervasive. Such deep darkness. Such endless exhaustion. The numbness was a disconnect. Fatigue, to sleep. To dream. Aches, the pains of mind and bone. And her dog stayed faithful, never begging, ever quiet, a constant breath, and they waited out that wicked dark depression.

This ancient feeling
Like dying constellations
Her black dog. Black dog.

Written for #thewildness Day 4: a magical encounter with a (wild – though not in this case) animal. Artwork is created using AI Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.

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18 responses to “4 June: Her Dog #thewildness”

  1. The Wombwell Rainbow avatar
    The Wombwell Rainbow

    Reblogged this on The Wombwell Rainbow.

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      Misky

      Thank you.

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  2. ben Alexander avatar
    ben Alexander

    never begging, ever quiet, a constant breath

    EXCELLENT, Misky.

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      Misky

      Thanks, David.

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    Spira

    👏👏👏
    Brava, M!

    ( black dog, black dress, black ink… sign me up!)
    And MJ’s pic… the back panel just complemented the hell out of the main subjects.

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      Misky

      Thanks, Nick! The only tweak on reality here is that the dog was a Springer. In my mind, that dog saved me. Best dog ever. I swear that dog knew me inside out.

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        Spira

        I know exactly what you are saying.
        There is not enough space here to sufficiently express my love for dogs.
        21 years ago they poisoned mine…and I still mourn his loss…and treasure the lifetime we shared.
        As I have written once: ” I am my dog’s ( or angel as I call them) human… not the other way around”.

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          Misky

          This is beyond tragic, to lose a friend in such a way. And yes, we continue to mourn our loss no matter how long our lifetime might be.

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    Frewin55

    So Good – both the description of the Black Dog metaphor and the link to the faithful real dog. Was it prompted by these dog days we have been having?

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    1. Misky avatar
      Misky

      Good morning. Thanks, Andrew. It was brought on by the death of my father many decades ago. Happily, I’ve never fallen that deep into it again.

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  5. The Sicilian Storyteller avatar
    The Sicilian Storyteller

    This is so very dark; the lifelessness in her eyes; the total lack of welcoming warmth.
    Even the dog has hollow eyes.
    It’s abysmal, forlorn and depressing.
    I love it to pieces! ❤︎

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      Misky

      Thanks! 🥰

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  6. Jane Dougherty avatar
    Jane Dougherty

    They call it ‘black dog’, yet if anyone can bring us out of a depression, it’s a dog, of any colour.
    This ancient feeling
    like dying constellations
    so good!

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      Misky

      There are times that I swear she’s standing next to me in the kitchen.

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  7. Ron. avatar
    Ron.

    This is what the haibun was invented for. Awesome work, M. Thanks.

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      Misky

      Thank you so much.

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    Michele Marsh

    Dogs are magical loyal and priceless ❤️

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  9. rxena77 avatar
    rxena77

    Jane is right: if any thing can snap us out of a black mood, it is a beloved dog. I know my Border Collie, Lucky, could. https://rolandyeomans.blogspot.com/2023/06/shadow-truths-last-longest.html

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