I. I'm holding on to this string I pulled off a 50-lb bag of dog food. I saved it for such an occasion as this. See, I knew it was coming; I always know when it's coming, but the trouble is the string is unraveling -- getting thinner by the hour.
II. They're burying me under papers and dust, old clothes and cracked photos, teddy bear heads and bent spoons. They're burying me: they're burying me -- and I'm not dead yet.
III. I burnt off half the fingernail on my left hand pointer; I don't know how or when, but the angle is unnerving so I can understand why it bothers them, though it is a lovely shade of brown. They keep asking (warning?) me to stop crying -- I would swear I stopped days ago.
Painful..
I, well, strings and staples ...at times and tears and I can't quite say exactly what I think, because I maybe felt this so much and still..
the dog food bag and the last lines, dammit...
I, you are so, well, humbling as a Poet yes, and this one reached
so far into my gut and well...Haunting, yes, and damn, how even the structure makes it all work and then some, see? I, it just Got to me, been there???
(((YOU)))
and yes, it is outsanding, oh yes!
Thanks, Pat,
m.
Reviewed by ***** ********* (Reader)
Reviewed on March 21, 2004
Patricia, I just love the title of this piece! Terrific irony! The rest of the poem is tremendously expressive and artful and structured brilliantly --- truly an outstanding write!
This was outstanding, so very descriptive of that state, you expressed this so well, I hope your mood lifts,
Reindeer
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on March 16, 2004
This wrenches the emotions, so well penned Pat.
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on March 16, 2004
Pat, depression bad - me good. You smart - you sweet. I had the same problem dear, but I saved the dog food in the bag. Quite a mess.
p.s.
I ate the strings. (That is how I got strung out)
:) Your friend Bill
Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)
Reviewed on March 14, 2004
indeed one of the curses of our times..dpression in any form is a killer of souls..this is excellent work Patricia..I'm saving this!
vesna :)
You capture so well this human affliction, Patricia. I am all too familiar with it even if it is not within myself directly. Love and peace to you. Regis
exceptional insight into the thought process of a manic depressive ...
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on March 13, 2004
Huh? I mean, Icandigit.
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on March 13, 2004
Oh gosh darn....I cant say it any better
than Andre....you lost the map...LOL...
tighten up those screws Pat...You'll be ok...
loved this...you are so creative...floria
Pat, it's always a gift to read your work!
Funny how poets can run the gamut of manic thought
while still being sane enough to know we may
belong in the funny farm;-)
Reviewed by Andre Bendavi Benyehu (Reader)
Reviewed on March 13, 2004
Reality from the womb of the soul in a "Cyclic Depression and I'm All Out of Staples"...
"Cyclic Depression and I'm All Out of Staples" shows true feelings under emotions of a god that lost the map to go back home.
'Better Without You'is a compelling narrative that explores the complexities of an affair, hidden secrets, and abuse. It also highlights a daughter's heartfelt journey as she cares for her mother who is battling dementia.
I, well, strings and staples ...at times and tears and I can't quite say exactly what I think, because I maybe felt this so much and still..
the dog food bag and the last lines, dammit...
I, you are so, well, humbling as a Poet yes, and this one reached
so far into my gut and well...Haunting, yes, and damn, how even the structure makes it all work and then some, see? I, it just Got to me, been there???
(((YOU)))
and yes, it is outsanding, oh yes!
Thanks, Pat,
m.
Reindeer
p.s.
I ate the strings. (That is how I got strung out)
:) Your friend Bill
vesna :)
than Andre....you lost the map...LOL...
tighten up those screws Pat...You'll be ok...
loved this...you are so creative...floria
Thank you.
Funny how poets can run the gamut of manic thought
while still being sane enough to know we may
belong in the funny farm;-)
"Cyclic Depression and I'm All Out of Staples" shows true feelings under emotions of a god that lost the map to go back home.
Profound writing to strike deep thoughts.
I Salute You, Sublime Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
You've expressed it very well with words. Lisa