{"id":1901,"date":"2008-07-25T11:09:00","date_gmt":"2008-07-25T11:09:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=1901"},"modified":"2018-11-20T05:29:31","modified_gmt":"2018-11-20T05:29:31","slug":"poetry-friday-neurotic","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=1901","title":{"rendered":"Poetry Friday: Neurotic"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><b style=\"font-family: georgia;\">Join the Club<\/b><\/p>\n<p>Flashing my neurotic&#8217;s badge I dare them<\/p>\n<p>to ask me for my license. I don&#8217;t look<\/p>\n<p>much different from the rest of them &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>in fact, a certain calm emanates.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve seen and felt so much I&#8217;m like<\/p>\n<p>a bird on a withered tree, singing.<\/p>\n<p>Diagnosis proclaims me not psychotic.<\/p>\n<p>Sensitive and shy, this patient<\/p>\n<p>has symptoms of depression with a touch<\/p>\n<p>of anxiety and agoraphobia.<\/p>\n<p>We&#8217;re not supposed to read our files,<\/p>\n<p>but just the same, we do.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s really quite interesting<\/p>\n<p>the way the doctors size us up,<\/p>\n<p>and there&#8217;s a preening of feathers,<\/p>\n<p>and comparing of notes.<\/p>\n<p>Sensitive and shy sounds quite genteel,<\/p>\n<p>as opposed to schizoid, paranoid<\/p>\n<p>and abusive, anorexic, manic,<\/p>\n<p>or simply mad.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m really quite presentable &#8211; not that<\/p>\n<p>you could take me anywhere &#8211; I tend<\/p>\n<p>to shiver and sweat in open spaces.<\/p>\n<p>Still, I only suffer from a disease<\/p>\n<p>as common as a cold, ubiquitous<\/p>\n<p>as birds on withered trees, singing.<\/p>\n<p>Poetry as therapy is not quite acceptable.<\/p>\n<p>Myself, I find it more effective<\/p>\n<p>than valium. It&#8217;s just that if<\/p>\n<p>the literary world took us too seriously<\/p>\n<p>we&#8217;d be out on our necks, and ours,<\/p>\n<p>like Anne Boleyn&#8217;s, are extremely slender,<\/p>\n<p>even if the executioner is very expert.<\/p>\n<p>We are a clean and well-behaved lot,<\/p>\n<p>don&#8217;t need a leper&#8217;s bell,<\/p>\n<p>but keep our badges polished<\/p>\n<p>just in case we recognise our kind.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m introspective. What are you?<\/p>\n<p>Oh, me, comes the reply. I&#8217;m just a bird<\/p>\n<p>on a withered tree, singing.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_nIccA6r7lXY\/SIXOPR1TcNI\/AAAAAAAAAtA\/PINmlpXdXpE\/s1600-h\/jointheclub.png\" target=\"_blank\" title=\"Our Gang\"><img decoding=\"async\" hspace=10 align=left src=\"https:\/\/writingya.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/07\/jointheclub.png\" \/><\/a>Elizabeth Bartlett was born in 1924 and <a href=\"http:\/\/www.telegraph.co.uk\/news\/obituaries\/2201071\/Elizabeth-Bartlett.html\" target= _blank>died early this summer<\/a>. I discovered her <a href=\"http:\/\/blogs.guardian.co.uk\/books\/2008\/07\/poem_of_the_week_46.html\" target=\"_blank\">through a piece in the paper<\/a> and really enjoyed the poem there. Before she died, a major retrospective, drawing on more than 50 years of her writing was published &#8211; <i>Two Women Dancing: New and Selected Poems<\/i> (<a href=\"http:\/\/www.bloodaxebooks.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">Bloodaxe Publishing<\/a>) &#8211; emerged in 1995. This poem is from that collection, and also appears in a new anthology, <i>We Have Come Through: 100 Poems Celebrating Courage in Overcoming Depression and Trauma<\/i>, edited by Peter Forbes. The volume celebrates the 10th anniversary of Survivors&#8217; Poetry, a UK charity founded to help support the mental health community.<\/p>\n<p>Poetry Friday is today at the mentally balanced blog of <a href=\"http:\/\/readingyear.blogspot.com\/\" target= _blank>A Year of Reading<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Join the Club Flashing my neurotic&#8217;s badge I dare them to ask me for my license. 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