Whoa, depressed! I guess I could go to sleep. But why not just write and let everyone in on the fun. You may know I take an antidepressant and anxiety medication. I got a health screening back the other day which did make me laugh. It said I was severely depressed and should seek professional help. Slow down genius! So the medications don’t do much but keep me off the ledge and out looking for answers? I suppose I could get a counselor again. I’m right up with The Doctor in that I believe this will be the 11th incarnation of that particular role in my life. I could try something different, like there is anything I haven’t tried.
Meanwhile a little depression is always a good start for poetry. Note that I don’t have any love poems but then neither did anyone else in my class. They were mostly anti-love poems. Mine always seem to bounce between a sense of place/home and apocalypse. Here is one, it is a fairly strict form and perhaps not long enough to convey the feeling of missing/longing/not knowing where to be. I guess it didn’t turn out as funny as I wanted it to be. But at least I had a cupcake in it. Also I must add I discovered huckleberry “Spokandy”. Some of you may be getting these for the holidays!
Almost – A Triolet
I chanced a stay in fair Seattle.
The greens were thick and varied.
The roads were clearly made for cattle.
I chanced a stay. In fair Seattle,
Cupcakes, chocolates, I had to battle.
To Anchorage I fled less harried,
I chanced to stay. In fair Seattle
The greens were thick and varied,
As they are, all places I am not.