It’s Quadrille Monday at DVerse, and this week’s word is “linger.” Much as I like that word itself, I used the word “malinger” and hope that’s okay. If not, I can write another. 😁 This is also inspired by today’s MVB prompt.
Arise, O lamp of dawn,
And let the night be gone!
How quickly the night fell,
That force-fed taste of Hell.
How dark the dead of night;
How dead one leaves that fight.
A combination of
Sleeplessness, dearth of love
Makes one almost give up,
Fumbling salvation’s cup —
Until the sun returns:
Yet how these trials burn!
Today is the feast day of Our Lady of Sorrows, and I do like this day, as it commemorates Mary’s com-passion as she stood by the cross of her son, Jesus. I wrote a couple of poems in honor of the day and worked on a Chaucerian stanza, which I hope to finish soon. It was going to use the word for FOWC today, since I try to be steadfast in responding to prompts and posting poems (see, I used the word anyway). However, today I felt kind of “off” and sad, and then depressed, and thinking too much about this day triggered the depression really bad. I apologize to anyone I took out my pain on today. The person I become when I am both angry and depressed is a shitty person! So anyway, I’ve got no poem for you today. Except for this, coming to my head right now:
Insides and it
Takes a toll
This is for Linda G. Hill’s SoCS; the prompt word is “where.”
Where is the map?
The map which shows where to go,
Where to go now,
Now that the world is upside-down?
Down go the emotions,
Emotions as volatile as the world unpredictable
Has become — where is this map
Map that no one has?
When I saw the MVB prompt, Pendant, I immediately thought of the necklace that I wear every day, which is silver and has (currently) four Catholic medals on it. Now I’ve got the poem written, so voilà.
On a chain:
Silver Saint Thérèse,
Jesus King of Love,
And two Miraculous Medals —
Must need twice as many
Miracles, a shower of roses
You are good, Jesus
My soul knows this —
“I suffer from mental illness. I also suffer from people who don’t understand mental illness.”
I am not a hypocrite for being a Christian and having depression.
So it’s not helpful to command me, “Rejoice.”
I am not an ingrate for not always wanting to live,
So stop telling me to make a gratitude list.
(Not that it’s any of your business,
But sometimes at night I fall asleep
Thanking God for what he’s given me —
Often by the end of the day
Glad to have chosen to stay.)
This post is for Fandango’s Flashback Friday. The poem below was written / originally posted on August 27, 2019. It was inspired by the picture below, which was part of another challenge. Today, I would have preferred to post something not-sad, but this poem was the best one from the last few August 27ths.
I wasn’t going to post this, but what the heck; here is my response to the MVB prompt: Follower.
Note: in the poem I say “4 or 6 weeks” — that’s the amount of time between severe depressive symptoms. The milder yet no less discouraging (sometimes devastating) symptoms happen 5 or 6 days a week for me. That’s not to say every moment of those harder days is terrible; I often have sincere gratitude for several things by the time the day is over. But it’s really hard, if I’m being honest.
Anyway, on to the poem! This is free-verse.
I’m not getting any good poem ideas yet today, so here is an old one from a couple of weeks ago, not yet shared on my blog. First, I have a random one-liner for Linda G. Hill’s one-liner Wednesday today. 🙂
When life gives you lemons…
use them to keep your apples from turning brown. 😀