The Couch - Cent Dix (110): A Little Bit of Everything, A Whole Lotta Nothing

That is powerful, SD. Why I love poetry. You can say so much with few words and because it's few words a poem can mean different things to different people.

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Was that I poem and I didn't know? It sounded hurtful and I didn't understand. Forgive me!

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It SD thoughts on therapy in the form ofa Haiku, i think

I still haven't finished yesterday's poem, it's turning into a kind of ode to my therapeutic process and is beginning to annoy the hell out of me, because every stanza I think this is the last one but it keeps going. Kinda like my therapy. Hmph.

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Well couch I need to go to sleep. 5am comes too soon! Night!

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She wrote a haiku poem about therapy. Looked more like a sign or ad for a t's office to me tho!

Didn't understand again. Forgive me.

I didn't look at the past thread.

I wrote poems when I was younger. They were all poems of looking for better, fairy tail ideas. Utopia. You know.

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I was just playing with Art by throwing out a quick therapy haiku.
It was not serious. I am not a poet. And it took about a minute to do.

I do like haiku - it is the only form of poetry I enjoy.
Not the real kind - just my own. I have a couple of friends who also like playing with the form and sometimes we carry on conversations for days just in haiku form.

I hope everyone has a marvelous Monday!!

You think everything is an advert for therapy.

I think everyONE...!

I dropped my phone getting out of the car after T. The whole screen looks like a spiders web. I tried to ix it with a screen protector not realising it relied on static electricity I think to work. All i did was pull more bits of my screen off. Will probably take it to a proper shop tomorrow.

We also talked about the purpose of feelings. He also picked up my mood change, how does he do it. I think I hide it quite well.

So we're not going to see any therapy sonnets from you? No poems to the first one you see?

And adding a random thought to all: I really like Robert Frost's sonnet "Acquainted with the Night."

I am not much much of a frost fan -but I could see Mending Wall modified to "Good Fences make good Therapy"

I like "The Second Coming" from W. B. Yeats. Well, I really like the first stanza, at least. I don't particularly like or dislike the second.

Did he come up with a good purpose for them?

Then I shall have to step in. Maybe some of you will be able to guess my identity from it; if not, that's fine. It's been a while since I was around.

Doggerel warning:

The issue here is simply put in rhyme:
Is therapy a help to young and old,
Or is it just a foolish waste of time?
The answers, as we know, are manifold.
For some, the healing lies in being heard.
For others, exercises help them grow.
Some look for love, while others shun the word.
And some will find no balm, but only woe.
The question thus boils down to this, in th' main:
Will there be some improvement, big or small,
Or is all hope of help and healing vain?
In truth, I cannot answer this for all.
I know it can be good for some - e.g.
For hairy wingless mammoth flowers (me).

Fire - bad!!!

Tell that to Prometheus.

And I did not know fire is a feeling. Perhaps that is why I never can figure out what I am supposed to say to the question "what are you feeling?" - from now on I will answer "fire"

Ah yes "mending wall". I love his work. And from the perspective of my current break, a wall or a fence is like a break. A delineation if you will. I think perhaps my therapy needs a fence or two. Or three.

I love Acquainted with the night also. And the road not taken. And a ton of others.

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Honestly i cahnt believe you miss the most simplest of literary illusions?! I dont know whom this Prometheus is of which you speak - i presume someone from lolcats? - but the FEEEEEEELING was "bad!!!!!!!" as expressed by Frankenstein's monster when confronted by fire. Even the transplanted brain of a reconstructed being was capable of a feeling - therefore i presume feelings have an evolutionary purpose.

Eta - if only to weed out those who experience them.

If I remember my Greek mythology.. Prometheus was the god (?) that gave fire (which was solely in hands of the gods) to the mortals. As a punishment, Zeus had him chained to a mountain. An eagle eats his liver during the day and it grows back during the night.

A movie quote versus Prometheus, an immortal, the creator of mankind, who, because he stole fire from Olympus to give to man, was chained to a rock and had his liver (or heart depending on the version but most commonly liver, I believe) pecked out by an eagle and the liver grew back each night only to have it pecked out again each day for years? Eventually Hercules (Herakles) killed the eagle and Prometheus was unbound.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heinri...to_mankind.jpg

Also
Symphonic Poem No.5, Prometheus, S.99 (Liszt, Franz)


See Percy Shelley rather than Mary.
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/174403

Its book knowledge vs street knowledge

Contents under EXTREME pressure today. Inspector is coming wednesday. I think my brain is gonna explode.