The sky opens, bestowing on the parched earth, rain
With eyes toward heaven, stretch arms wide and spin
Quenching such a desperate thirst for happiness
But the splashing becomes a stirring up of dust
When the water evaporates
Beneath the heat of his disdain
The dragnet drags through the ash
And frisson dissolves
In a whirlpool of despair
Those highs are so heavenly
But the lows are positively subterranean
Go ahead give me a little shove
I’m already on the precipice
I did the math:
Seven seconds of absolute euphoria
Then nothing
There’s no Wonderland
At the bottom of the hole
Subterranean
Meg Sorick, Author/Artist 
Wow! Love the dark tone and the description. Feels like a cry for help, I feel the desperation.
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Thanks, Kay. That’s the feeling I was trying to evoke. The end of one’s rope.
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You’re welcome. You did that very well. 💜
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Yes, dark and desperate…
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Thanks, Diane.
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Did you write it for me? I’m kidding, of course. But it does sound like my current state.
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Ah, well… that’s the cool thing about poetry, it can be interpreted any way the reader desires. For me, I got a little crushing yesterday after a wonderful high. The frisson and the fall.
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Hope everything is okay… I certainly don’t wish my emotional state on anyone…
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This is very dark. This may seem conceited, but is there a slight influence of cake… maths, above/below, wonderland?
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This woke me up at 3 am and for once I got up and wrote it all down. The time it takes for a body to fall 600 feet is 7 seconds. I did work it out through equation. My frisson from yesterday was evaporated by subsequent events. And thus the high became very low. Wonderland? That is all your doing. I’m not sure you wanted to know all that, but there you go…
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I love hearing about the creative process, though nobody can really explain it or bottle it, thank god. God granted me that a few mysteries remain mysteries.
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No, its unique to the individual. So beyond the darkness, did you like the poem?
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It is my favourite of your poems
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Thank you so much – that pleases me
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It could definitely be on cake or doc… don’t worry I should be done with Dissolved this weekend
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Excellent! I am eager to see where you’ve taken the story.
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By the way a new post is up on cake
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I’ll be right over.
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I’ll be honest…it was difficult for me to read. The quality, of course, is outstanding; but it pulls at me in a very familiar and scary way…
Well written, my friend.
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Thanks, T. Got a little crushed yesterday. Feeling better now. I wrote it in the middle of the night last night.
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Crushed? Everything okay now? You can always email me, if needed. I owe so much to you. 🙂
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Might do that. Thanks sweetie. xo
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Oh wow, this is powerful and dark. Really well done at evoking that feeling of being in the depths, or on the precipice as you wrote. Hugs, love!
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Thanks, Vic! Hugs gladly accepted!
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My goodness, did that one ever take me back to my younger years… Very intense, Miss Meg. I’m enjoying becoming acquainted with your work (of course, we have Roger to thank for that!).
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Thank you Pearl! There’s a variety of writing styles on this blog – it has a bit of an identity crisis! Just kidding! I write a bit of everything so as to sharpen all my skills. Thanks to Roger indeed for introducing us!
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My husband dislikes some television programs because “…the stories are all exactly the same, only the names are different.” As much as I have always enjoyed poetry, my favourite books of have always included those which vary in theme and portray each one of those themes in different styles of verse.
That is precisely why I fell in love with Roger’s work, and now yours, and one or two others!
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Wonderful! Thank you, Pearl. I’ll do my best to make it worth your time!
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Powerful and evocative. Pulled me in and struck a deep, resonant chord. (((Hug)))
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Thank you so much. It was deeply personal.
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For some very weird reason this made me think of the first story on the attached link:http://homepage.tinet.ie/~nobyrne/happy.html
I reckon you could write the most perfect wonderland at the bottom of any hole you found yourself in.
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Peter, are you telling me I’m full of shit? 😱😂 But seriously, thank you for your confidence that I could write myself a wonderland. I’d prefer it to the alternative!
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NO!!!!! Heaven forbid that I should ever think that. My head is, probably. It certainly comes up with some crap ideas! 💩💩💩
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I’m joking! That was a really cute and funny tale!
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Very poignant. This took me back to some dark times in my life.
“Those highs are so heavenly
But the lows are positively subterranean…
I did the math:
Seven seconds of absolute euphoria
Then nothing
There’s no Wonderland
At the bottom of the hole” – those lines especially…you’ve expressed it perfectly.
I’ve been there unfortunately.
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I zoom and crash sometimes. Fortunately I level out in between those times and spend most of the time in that state. Thank you although I’m sorry you can relate- I wouldn’t wish the darkness on anyone.
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Yes, that’s pretty much how it is for me too, and I agree: I wouldn’t wish the darkness on anyone at all – it’s a horrible thing to have to deal with.
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