That said you can have two bonus points if you know Parker’s first name.
There are so many types of poetry, and when I saw that one form consisted of just three lines (Haiku… bless you), I thought that would be perfect; but given the fact that the underlying theme of the challenges is mental health awareness I have decided to take this seriously and try to express how a condition called dysthymia has affected my life.
The poem’s title represents both the random nature of mental illness, and also (in part) the free-form composition that follows; the “someone” is (of course) Elaine—and the conclusion is intended to reflect the amazing difference she has made… and continues to make every single day.
I have literally no idea whether these twenty-one lines are even remotely half decent or just total rubbish, but I did give them a great deal of thought and found them very hard—both emotionally and to any degree of technicality—to write; and I’m comfortable that my endeavours equate to “challenge completed”.
I will therefore leave the final word on the background to my attempt at poetry to Virgil (the Publius Vergilius Maro version, not the resident International Rescue poet-turned-pilot) with a couple of short but apt lines from one of the books in his aforementioned work: “Quis talia fando temperet a lacrimis?”
“And who can hear this tale without a tear….”
And the final, final word to Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward’s trusty butler and chauffeur: “My name is Aloysius, m’Lady.”