College truly saved me. It brought me physical and mental distance from the tightly woven abusive nest. It reflected back at me my gifts, my strength, my empowered femininity. I met people who respected me and were interested in my ideas, my viewpoints. Even if, perhaps especially since, I was eccentric.
~disabled poet Jill Khoury
Another mentor poem today! You know those pain scales they use in the hospital? Make your own scale, any topic. Off the top of my head, I can imagine ones for love and boredom. (I should do one for my One Little Word: generosity.)
Subjective Units of Distress Scale 1-10
by Jill Khoury
(with 5 bonus units for additional introspection)
1 – emotions are just neurochemical swirls happening inside your body
2 – the wind rattles the windows at celeste’s house
3 – the slug and bore in our voices
4 – at the library 100 ringtones go off at once
5 – all of the above but add pain; specify whether the pain is
aching, acute, anvil, arrow strike, burning, chronic, clamp, electric, fetal,
folding, nebula, neuropathic, nociceptive, panting, pressing, radicular,
spasmodic, stabbing, stuttering, tornado
6 – atmospheric disturbance like bees chanting a death hymn
7 – in the terrorwood my anxiety lights a fire
8 – st. dymphna with lilies, holding a sword
9 – time is a monstrous organ that breathes us...
read the rest here
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Beyond Literacy Link has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Carol!
9 comments:
The opening quote really resonated with me, Tabatha. The distress scale #9 is a truth for me and does cause distress. Thanks for sharing.
Argh, I feel the distress here. Great idea for a mentor poem, Tabatha!
The distress scale poem might be the most creative prompt ever! And I'm thinking St.Dymphna perhaps was feeling a bit of it herself?
In the painting Saint Dymphna looks pleased to have conquered her wee foe, but she probably knew what was coming behind her. (Enough to rate an 8 on the distress scale!)
Oh, distress! That's quite a quirky poem, a little scary because it rings true. That image of Saint Dymphna was a nice touch. Now I need to go calm down . . .
I'm not sure which number, but you read my distress from my found poem this week. I know that worry doesn't help, action does, yet seeing so much. . . St.Dymphna's picture appears to show calm! How did she do it? Intriguing prompt, Tabatha!
Oh, wow! A permission slip with an awesome mentor poem. You. are. on! I love this...can't wait to get scribbling in my journal.
Gosh there's some heavy distress in there, and poor Saint dymphna, her father should have taken a hike first… thanks Tabatha.
OOF! What a poem! But that picture...how I long to be able to pin down some demons (inner and outer) with my sword.
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