Break time here at the
synaptic schoolyard. You can
ride the swings all day.
Day lights sights you see,
saw before and that may be
In sight tomorrow.
Tomorrow times out
Wheels round and ticks away the
Body clock of mind.
Mind and brain play tag
I’m it as ducks and geese still
Wait while we circle.
Circle back and start
again, or stop before my
feelings crack and break.
Note: Poetry is something I used to do, years ago. After my Great Meltdown, my therapist suggested that I view it as an opportunity to rebuild myself, discarding things that were no longer useful and reclaiming things I want in my life.
So I decided to try poetry again. I used to write mostly free verse, but I decided to start with more structured forms because of needing some structure in my life now.
I have started with a cycle of haikus. They do not have to be read in order. Picture them as a ring. Pick any one as the starting point.
If you like this, and as inspiration strikes, I may attempt some more poetry for this blog. Is there a sonnet in our future? Dare I say it – a villanelle? Someday a sestina? We’ll see.
Janet Coburn
Bipolar Me 
Comments always welcome!