9.13.2017

Depression Imagination

A distressing
consequence of my depression
is reduction of everything
to only literal. I see a dahlia
and express nice flower.
Still able to name things,
I say that’s a dahlia,
but nothing more. No starshine,
no tiny village, no lover’s lips
in its showy display.
Observing the short space
between laughing until tears
and the sullen walk home,
I am unable to describe it.
Only when close behind
a port-a-john sloppily
lashed to a pickup truck
do metaphors come in a rush.
With a holy shit
I visualize a vast array
of what could possibly go wrong
but no answers


Late! But whatever. Sharing in the Imaginary Garden for Sanaa’s first Tuesday Platform

9 comments:

  1. This is so incredibly touching, Marian! Especially this; "Observing the short space between laughing until tears and the sullen walk home, I am unable to describe it" made me clutch my heart! xo

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  2. The Dark Bird is an old acquaintance of mine, so this sounds familiar.

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  3. Sending you a bunch of flowers from African Springtime to fill your day with s(i)miles.

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  4. Oh, Marian, this is so familiar, particularly:
    'Observing the short space
    between laughing until tears
    and the sullen walk home,
    I am unable to describe it'.

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  5. My favourite lines

    "Observing the short space
    between laughing until tears
    and the sullen walk home,"

    much love...

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  6. Ha! This is wonderful, Marian -- funny, dark, apt. k.

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  7. That has to be a terribly painful feeling.But how wonderful that spirit-lifting poetry can still be birthed out of it...

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  8. Sending you a bunch of flowers from African Springtime to fill your day with s(i)miles.


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