Ritalin Sky
by Kenna McKinnon
Oh, Ritalin sky
All cream and grey and cozy
Sun coming up
On my subconscious rosy
Peach-colored thoughts
Heart like lambskin leather
Oh, Ritalin sky
How you've changed the weather!
Pamelor
Pamelor oh Pamelor
How you make my feelings soar
How I love Nortriptyline
On which my psych is rather keen
And there is nothing better for
Bipolar folks than Pamelor.
by Pill Shakespeare (aka Kenna Mary McKinnon)
I absolutely love these two poems!
ReplyDeleteI like your poems, Kenna. They make me think of my son, who also writes poems that have a similar look.
ReplyDeleteOne of my brothers is bipolar. I do not know too much what it is like. Thank you for making this web site, because it helps me understand. He takes lots of medications. We do not live too near him. He is in the next state. He lives in a "family" home. I wonder if he would like your poem.
I wrote a poem once for a friend about a sky that was peach and gold.
I'm so glad my site helps you, Anon. That's what I meant it for. I'd be pleased if you'd send my poem to your brother. Bipolar people are interesting and many can work and live almost normal lives but it varies. They tend to make good workers because of their energy at times. I had understanding employers. I'm SZ, not bipolar, but have been diagnosed as bipolar and think I have attributes of both. I hope your brother has happiness. It's entirely possible for us to experience joy and good health. Thank you again for your compassionate and interesting comment.
ReplyDeleteHey, Anonymous!
ReplyDeleteI'd like to hear the poem you wrote about the peach and gold sky, please?
Judi, I did not keep the poem. I was trying to cheer up my friend, who had been out of work, looking for a job. It was four or five verses, but not all the same length or rhythm. I liked the way it went, but I dedicated it to her and to God, and then I threw it out.
ReplyDeleteSometimes I have been angry;
Sometimes I have been sad;
Sometimes a dark cloud gathered;
Sometimes I've acted bad.
Your grace remains sufficient [that meant God's love]
To cover every woe
Within, without ....
Dear Kenna, I will try to send your poems to my brother. I want to send him a kit with note cards and stamped envelopes and addresses for our other brother and sisters. He does not initiate contacts with people, and I was curious if he had some writing materials if he might just use them to put together a message to send. He also has Parkinson's, so his hands shake so much he can barely sign his name.
ReplyDeleteIt seems that he relates everything to himself. He understands things, but does not reach out to us. But also he takes heavy meds. Perhaps you can shed some light on this.