In the writing group, one writer brings the coffee, one writer brings the muffins, and one writer brings the prompts. Please respond to the prompt if you like.
And the prompt was, "The Trauma of Everyday Life"
The Trauma of Everyday Life
Change the "T" to a "D" and get "U" out of it
and it becomes "The Drama of Everyday Life"
T to D -- the voiceless and voiced alveolar plosives of the
International Phonetic Alphabet
Trauma - Drama
Trauma is outside of story
Trauma is the unvoiced, unspoken
buried deep event
Trauma, defining our choices without us knowing
until we make it part of our story.
The "U" embedded in trauma, the trauma embedded in you.
Drama - the voiced plosive.
Drama is lived, discussed (and discussed, and discussed, and discussed)
But drama
at least is
out in the open
plot driven or character driven
Drama has completion (the curtain falls)
and leaves us moved, changed.
"Say what you feel," says Edgar at the end of King Lear
"Not what you think you should say."
The Trauma of Everyday Life/The Drama of Everyday Life . . .
take a break take a day off take a shower take your time take a chance take another one take a slice take what's coming take it all took your time took a lot took too much took enough
Daily Trauma: So I was not. She looked at me for assurance But I was not sure We hit the ground hard I held her afterward The old lady was kind The officer chewed tobacco The neighbor gave me his card He asked me if I knew anyone that needed tree trimming We made it to the game They lost That night I asked her to retell the event I said, “this was a traumatic event. It’s important we talk about it. Otherwise it will hide inside of you and come back up when you least expect it,” “I’m fine Daddy,” you said. “I’m not,” I said. “I need a hug.”I thought the autopilot was engaged
Figure a better setting then where I am now life wears on you worse than the skin of a cow the struggles the hurt of where you are now distinguished feelings to respect if only you knew how to respect me a life god-fearing deserving of praise thanksgiving dinner is not enough give me a raise trials and tribulations foment feelings malaise eternal life is not enough to earn peace in my days remember life is fluid atomic rearrange the pie pecan piquante the crunch sells the question why why why why cries the pig in the abbattoir my oh my says the pig in the butcher on the loire what recourse have we to return our received life what number to call and complain shall I end it now? What will be the nature of your death. We all must die, the luckiest thrice and in good health. What's left for us, the rest? A rest, a bath in distress instead turn your head, not right but left. A turning gaze instills fear in the best left left left cried the cat, the emperor left his vest if you could wear the clothes of dreams, seen or unseen, how would you seem, empress?
Just posting this before I start thinking about it too much Stand in the shed playing dsm roulette, thats you but not me i'm just paranoid. Who can't watch horror they're too jumpy who likes to 'cause it's worth the laugh. Dad watches fireflies alone outside We happy few grow branches off the grapevine, greencard marriage, feral cousin who got knocked up and who can't ever be Mom traps an in-law in the kitchen New stories and new faces next time We band of brothers We few
I think about this a lot. There's so much horror right now and feelings of powerlessness -- yelling "ceasefire now" in every gathering, every day. People being accused of anti-this, anti-that, when we're just anti-slaughter. Compassion, compassion, people. We know this conflict in the Middle East is going to end very badly for a lot of people. -- But apart from that, I like your poem a lot. ... I'd like a word after "who can't ever be" ??Who can't watch horror they're too jumpy
The thought I had was "who can't ever be knocked up because infertility" I would have never posted this if I tried to edit it. Poetry is too foreign a medium and a couple bits are too raw.who got knocked up and who can't ever be
My 20’s? I’m lucky I made it. Not kidding. It wasn’t the best.