Barking at dogs
By Parson Thru
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I wake to the sound
of people barking at dogs and I’m back
My mind replaying meaningless scenes
Dreams of reality
Head spinning with things I need to do
and my heart reaches out
Oh, these days
My antics no more than a series of fairground rides
– it matters little on which I light
The only necessity, to know you are there
I find you in the melee – briefly together then lost
in a whirl of movement and noise
Flung, re-formed and re-invented
in an endless carnival of being
Pleasure becomes the dream
Pain, the reality
Reaching at shadows
Eyes searching
Imploring: Live this thing with me
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This feels like a dance, PT,
This feels like a dance, PT, or a carnival ride, as suggested - and all experienced in a sort of dream form. Made me slightly giddy, but it's beautiful. People do bark at dogs in the park. The good thing about dogs is, they don't take any notice. Perhaps we should do the same.
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lovely
Read this twice, which is unusual. Very affecting on the
second read. Loved the last line.
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I really like this one
I really like this one parsons. As bee says it has a wonderful rhythm to it
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