When one first went the writing and poetry session at Echo it was set within my mind that how to write would be taught. Instead was found a small pile of poetry books and very little else.
The hour passed with the reading of a poem and then being asked on the thoughts and feelings that was elicited for that piece, “it’s ok” was not an acceptable answer. The lady running the session made it clear from the start she preferred poetry and that is what she would bring to the group, as for us we just had to write.
One did not think that in less than a year the therapeutic effects of the release of thought would be in the preferred form of poetry or prose. Calming the language down in order to have more impact through pace and emphasis on a word or line allows the anger to subside as well.
Sometimes a poem will start in the dark, stay in the dark and end in the dark. One has quite literally read a poem one week and never seen a person from that group come back to another, my words having taken them somewhere they did not want to go.
It’s not like I start out with the poem plan – lets make this one really dark, they go wherever my mind needs them to go. And the next poem – Dear Doctor – is a release of my frustration with the ever decreasing hoops one is being shoved through. I had to write it out before seeing the Dr today so I did not end up saying something I should not have said.
The frustration I think still came over when I was talking, but it was not directed at him.
Neither is my next poem – Dear Doctor…