posting poetic prose
25 Sep 2017 4 Comments
in free verse Tags: balloon, dream, galaxies, mental illness, moon
Fireblossom at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads challenges us to write a new poem “looking through a distorted lens”…I think Alice in Wonderland stuff of dreams or Salvador Dali surrealism.
moon is a balloon
i swallow her whole;
now rise from ground,
suffocating in choked
screams at dream demon
until i, balloon-shaped,
reach sharp tree twig–
spring a leak, go hissing
hysterically thru galaxies,
finally flop limp to earth,
flattened and deflated.
searching for helium
… settle for valium.
18 Apr 2017 18 Comments
in haibun, quote Tags: fear, mental illness, mind, psychotic
I’m not afraid of people who live with a mental illness. I feel empathy and compassion for them in their struggle. Most are not dangerous but very gentle, if overly sensitive souls. Instead of lashing out, they often desperately turn inward. They need to be listened to and comforted. Fears, both real and irrational, plague them. I know friends and relatives who’ve suffered mental illness. My father experienced a psychotic break at age 74 when his life circumstances produced the perfect storm. His disturbed mind, suddenly snapped into suicidal mode, which scared us all. A police officer saved him, family rallied around him, and he responded to treatment for bi-polar disorder. Thanks be to God, he is doing well in recovery with medication and a balanced lifestyle. No, I’m not afraid of a person with a mental illness…but I do fear suffering a serious mental illness myself.
secret storm swells dread
losing control of mind’s eye
uninvited guests
Participating in dVerse Poets haibun Monday on topic of fear…
09 Oct 2015 14 Comments
in trimeric Tags: bully, guns, mental illness, violence
It’s not really about guns
maybe a lack of funds or
whether our society chose
the wrong kind of heroes
maybe a lack of funds
for helping mentally ill
who need treatment still
whether our society chose
to glorify ugly violence
media pumps nonsense
the wrong kind of heroes
who can bully baddest?
criminal suicide saddest
Mary is serving trimeric (poetic form) at the dVerse Poets pub
21 Apr 2013 28 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: bi-polar, circus, mental illness
a three-ring circus on caffeine;
incredibly entertaining as long as
you can keep the wild tigers in their cage.
In the first ring, imagination’s clowns
and their colorfully-costumed dogs
perform fantastically frisky tricks.
Random elephant thoughts
plod tails-in-trunks in the center ring;
going round and round under hot spotlights.
In the last ring, fast ideas on noisy
motorcycles race recklessly within the
locked, metal-meshed sphere of the mind.
Rising upward, visions of long-legged,
feathered women twirl dizzily from tethers
until the human cannonball is shot high into the air.
Unexpectedly, the glaring mania of lights
dim to reveal the surreal threats of a
thousand glowing souvenir light sabers.
The mood suddenly trips over an
empty cotton candy cone and tumbles
head-over-high-heels down the steep steps;
Rolling from the upper nose-bleed section,
plunging past shocked spectators to crash
into depression on saw-dusted floor of arena.
Ladeez and genteel-men, may I have your
attention pleez: be sure to take your medications
or risk falling from the sky with no safety net below.
a poem in my pocket 
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