I don’t know where today’s triolet comes from. I converted it from a longer free-verse draftwas working on that likely will go nowhere. It is dark, but I had to delete it in order to submit it to a journal. One good thing about form is that you know when you are finished with a poem, more or less, before the last-minute tinkerings.
Kathleen and I found a heap of mushrooms yesterday in the woods around the property. Most of them proved edible, mainly Zeller’s boletes. There was another bolete called a Slippery Jack, but the cap was slimy and the book told us to strip the skin off before cooking. Not easy to strip the skin off of a mushroom. We passed on the slimy shrooms.
I did not wake up feeling rested today and I remembered that if I were to stay up all night it would can provide a temporary reprieve from depression. But I don’t want to do that before my next shrink appointment Wednesday or it may falsely minimize my symptoms. I may do it afterwards; what do I have to lose but a little sleep?
At 3 Kilorats,
CE
I've never heard that lack of sleep offers reprieve from symptoms of depression. Is this because the effect is like that of being medicated (forgive my ignorance)?
ReplyDeleteNo one knows why it works, but it does--albeit usually no more than three or four days. Anything to shock the brain out of its rut--a physical threat, for instance, can bring me right out of the grasp of melancholy if I need to use my fists.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your kind comments, O Superhero Activist.
Strong poem. I particularly like "A flock of pelicans beat wings of flame." The rhythm serves it well.
ReplyDeleteThis is a fine poem CE. The imagery, alive and strong. The opening line is a marvel. Thanks for the post.
ReplyDeleteThank you, all. More than advice and compassion, comments on the daily poem help me--because they are evidence that I did one thing, at least. This is not to discount all the compassionate utterances and well-meant advice.
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