Posted on March 10, 2009 in Mania Poems Writing/Darkness
Books fly off the shelf
And I have to read each one
Synchronous to the others.
So I parse and I parse
With book jackets flapping
Retaining nothing.
I haven’t written poetry in three or so years. This is in answer to an exercise calling on me to develop imagery surrounding my depression. I flipped the assignment and described mania, instead.
This is an exercise from [amazonify]1587613190::text::::Writing Through the Darkness: Easing Your Depression with Paper and Pen[/amazonify]