Now speaks the earth of spring and all its joys. Now flowers and blossom soothe the naked eye So happy are the lovers,girls and boys, As in the daisied meadows they may lie. Now speaks the sun and orders us to grow to open like the flowers to take his love To let the life within us start to flow. From blessings rained down on us from above. Now every part of nature is in flood Fresh leaves point down from trees to fresh made nests The birds are active in this little wood And dwell in their constructions breast to breast. Oh let's not waste time brooding on our thoughts. For we may miss the joys which spring has brought
Day: May 2, 2015
Writing,is it therapeutic?
Much has been made of research by Pennebaker claiming people’s immune systems were working better after they had written an account of some past trauma.However Fiona Sampson advises poets to keep the Samaritan’s phone number close at hand, [Poetry the Expert Guide]
Writing did not help Sylvia Plath’s immune system for she suffered repeated attacks of flu culminating in her severe depression during in the months she was living alone with her two infants.She wrote her best poetry then but it did not save her.Could it have harmed her?
Well,it’s hard to prove these kinds of hypotheses.Pennbaker’s sample was not random as far as I know.
I have seen articles claiming writing poetry in form is more helpful than modern poetry which to many of us does not seem like poetry at all… like modern music.
Listening to Bach might soothe us but late 20th century classical music may not help you if you feel depressed unless you bought a tambourine and used it to accompany the music!It’s exercise!
I find that whe I am full of emotion the poems seem better but I do not write about past traumas in them… emotions are energy so that can be transmuted into producing something…that’s why exercise helps us too when we feel low or anxious.
Sometimes writing a journal in the evening can ge helpful or even making a little video.Sometimes I feel too tired to write but talking is easier.On the other hand I found seeing myself like that gave me a strange feeling.
I learned that I over-explain things,being too scrupulous
to get an exactness to my sentences which is only appropriate in mathematics.And being very scrupulous is painful.
I was surprised to see I could talk into a mike like that or even hum… and that might help one when stressed.
Though being older and not looking so good is a surprise at first.
All I would say is,do not send hasty letters and emails when you feel bad.Once words are sent they cannot be taken back,alas.Anf with email it is too easy.
Some folk say they feel better after writing letters attacking someone but in my mind that’s immoral.You might feel better after taking heroin but don’t keep on!
I never took any and see what I’m like.![]()
The Samaritans phone number is quite like M and S ‘s so beware!Don’t ask for the Food Department or lingerie at the Samaritans!
I find cleaning out drawers is therapeutic.
Bereft from tennis
We went to see Deaf in Venice last night.We couldn’t hear a thing.
We went to see Death with Menace and have been feeling threatened ever since.
We went to see Dead in Venice.I loved the undertaker.Sadly he dies too.
Why are you so blinkered? It’s my nun’s habit.
Why are you so knackered?I went down their yard.Can’t you go in the bathroom?No I have a shy bladder.You should get it out more.I thought it was illegal.
Being beaten never did me any harm.So what did it then?
That’s a very tall story… it’s positively attic.
We always ate fish on Friday until the pond was empty.Then the cat began to stutter. Meeeeemeee meee… ow!
I live so well because you so love me.
In the striking hotness of midday
The bench beside the roses seemed just right.
We sat and talked about the flowers with colour fair,
and whether Love is visible to sight,
The flowers swayed gently, beautiful and rare,
At last the times of joyous summer come.
I welcomed them with soft and gentle stare.
Ah,all too soon dear summer will be gone.
The sun was at the apex of the sky.
We caught the moment like a netted fish.
And as we looked the broad white clouds blew by.
While we enjoyed fulfilment of our wish,
I live so well because you so love me.
And even after death this truth shall be.
