Life in the Shadow of Old Dogs and Sleeping Cats

Utah JayStarred Page By Utah Jay, 17th Jan 2015 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/1-o1w2xy/
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I am a recovering writer, addict, husband, and alcoholic who spent 47 years in the bane of my disease because there seemed no way out of my sickness, but death. I had finally come to that fine point in my malady where I believed that the end of addiction would be a dose so big it would end my little whittled world and oddly enough, that thought laid okay within me, like a comforter for the long road ahead.

Life in the Shadow of Old Dogs and Sleeping Cats


Life in the Shadow of Old Dogs and Sleeping Cats

How does one live in the singular?
Without love I mean,
without affection, or compassion,
without that connection

that sparks the living life?
Oh I know some do,
I think
most often by chance
and not by choice
and I say
God be with themSurely I do.

I am a Slow Stepped Man



I am a slow stepped man,
a traveler of history
who has become lost in time.
A simple man, mostly,
who works within the circling perimeter
of the here and there.
I move in slow cavernous steeps
chocking up little bits
of this and that
along my way,
things that have become lost
within my ancient thoughts,

things that get caught in my throat
and flounder there
without care,
bemused without sunshine
as I slip between the growing shadows of day
and another slivered moon
on the rise.

On the Road


We were on the road that night,
up Kalispell way,
when I saw an old brown dog
limping across the street
on just three feet,

as the other hung, limply there,
wrought with pain.
It’s something I carried within me
for quite some time.
Another piece of baggage
to weigh me down I thought
and yet I watched,
engrossed within the struggle
and pain
of that poor dog’s life,
as if it were a life
of my own making.

I Wonder in this Day and Age


I wonder,
in this day and age
,
Just how it is
that we find time
to worry about such things
as the struggle of that old lame dog
shivering in the cold.

An old dog
I had never sat eyes on
before that very moment, a dog
who had been left to his own devises
longer than I could know.
And yet, there he was in the living light,
wandering within the same long shadows
of moon beam as I.

I Still Remember


I still remember
the decaying way he carried his tail
tucked into himself,
like he was afraid
the world might fall in on him
at any moment.

A scene that is still pressed
into the curvature of my mind,
like a stone in my shoe.

Something that I didn’t want to see,
and yet, there I sat,
watching,
almost paralyzed within the grief

of the scene,
as slippery little children laughed
in over-sized-coats
while throwing rocks
at that mangy old mutt.
As I shivered
in my contemplations
of another poor old soul,
much like myself,
who was left alone in this ancient world of ours,
lost within the shuffle of lonely night,
as life played out below the shadows
of a slender piece
of shoe-string-light

at the drop of a slivered
and waning
Montana moon.

Poetry and photos by uTAH jAY

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Adictions, Life, Life Changing, Life Experience, Moon, Moonbeams, Moonlight, Recovered, Recovery, Recovery From Heroin Addiction, Time In A Bottle

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author avatar Utah Jay
I have been writing since the beginning of time it seems, not because I want to write, but because I have too. My favorite form of writing is poetry, all kinds and types of poetry.

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author avatar Mark Gordon Brown
17th Jan 2015 (#)

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author avatar Utah Jay
17th Jan 2015 (#)

Thank you so much Mark.

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author avatar Jenny Heart
17th Jan 2015 (#)

Excellent!

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author avatar Harris Mungai
17th Jan 2015 (#)

Good article here sir,keep up.

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author avatar Retired
17th Jan 2015 (#)

What a touching tribute!

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author avatar Carol Roach
18th Jan 2015 (#)

Your poetry is real and that is what I like

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author avatar Randhir Bechoo
18th Jan 2015 (#)

Interesting poem.

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author avatar Utah Jay
19th Jan 2015 (#)

Thanks Jenny. So sorry it took me so long to get to you, but on Saturday I had to get my lesson ready for Sunday School and try not to write on Sundays.

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author avatar Utah Jay
19th Jan 2015 (#)

Thank you Harris.

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author avatar Utah Jay
19th Jan 2015 (#)

carolford, thank you so much for the read, and I am sorry it took so long to answer, but like I told Jenney, Saturday I had to get my lesson ready for Sunday School, I teach the ten year olds, and I am trying not to write on Sunday.

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author avatar Utah Jay
19th Jan 2015 (#)

Thank you Carol. There was a time when I had no idea what it was, as I was just trying to make some sense of my world, and then someone opened my note book and said...Nice poetry. Who would of thunk it.

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author avatar Utah Jay
19th Jan 2015 (#)

thank you Randhir.

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author avatar SaigonDeManila
24th Jan 2015 (#)

Powerful piece... with very moving line such as
"into the curvature of my mind,
like a stone in my shoe." simply blow me away!

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author avatar Utah Jay
17th Feb 2015 (#)

Thank you Saigon, thank you so much.

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