Standing on the precipice
Peering into the void
The ground beneath me crumbling
Grasping at thin air as I pitch
It feels like slow motion
As if somehow I have time
I do not scream
Tumble, pivot, spin
Stare up into the night sky
That vast expanse above
There must be something bigger
Than all this down below
And I conclude
This is a lovely way to die
Header Image – The Starry Night; Vincent Van Gogh
beautiful
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Thank you.
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Have you seen the trailer of the animated Van Gogh movie? It is absolutely brilliant. Look it up. You’ll enjoy.
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Thank you, I did. Yes it’s stunning.
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Loved this, Doc! 😊
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Thanks, Beach. My poetry tap has been dry lately. 🙂
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Well, Kiki sounds very selfish. She seems like a monopolizer. 😃
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Hahaha! That’s an awesome comment!
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I know people like her…but not for very long. 😃
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Amen to that!
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Beautiful poetry Meg.
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Thanks so much!
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Nothing like inspiration for a great idea … standing on the precipice, eh? One of my favorite paintings, by the way, and a nice way to match it with words.
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It’s one of mine, too. Thank you so much!
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Beautiful poem. I like the part about it being like slow motion. Things do feel like that sometimes. Often the feelings you want to get past end up lingering… at least for me! Glad your poetry well had some water in it. 😀
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That’s the way I feel, too, Vic. Like in a car accident – when time slows down to a crawl. The same with hurt, fear, anger – the memories are still keen so long after the event. It may have rained some – that usually fills up the well. 😦
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Oh no, I take back the grin then! But I know what you mean. When life is pouring on us, it does give inspiration. Hugs! ❤️😘
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Oh don’t worry, I don’t wallow for long. But damned if the dark stuff doesn’t make for better writing!
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You sound like me. I try to keep hopeful but a small wallow makes me feel better. 😊 And yes, that’s when stuff pours into the page.
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Exactly!
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Very dark Meg, excellent. Above and below, I am rubbing of on you Meg.
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I thought you would like it. I used those exact words on purpose. And thank you.
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Thank you, glad you are back writing poetry. Now if only I can back to T.F. How was Mr Bauthus.
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Thank you. He was good but all too brief. He apologized for not feeling well but soldiered on anyway. Still very high drama – lots of theatrics. His violinist was ace. Played Marlene Dietrich’s Favorite Poem – I was happy.
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Good…i always liked Nico, what is your opinion on the stoned chanteuse
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Gorgeous! A blast from the past. Always thought she was a fascinating figure – caught up in Warhol’s world. Haven’t listened in years. Had the Velvet Underground and Nico on Vinyl. Actually still have it, just no way to play it any more.
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One of my favourite albums of all time. a fascinating figure indeed, funny how all those hardcore Alphabet City junkies avoided her because she was just too fucked up. And the brutal irony of her death, finally clean and straight, falling of her bicycle in Ibiza.
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I love the imperfection of her vocals – always just a little ‘off’ but I am often drawn to non traditional singers.
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I really like her… even though some of the controversy was for controversy sake. Love All Tomorrow’s Parties and I’ll be your Mirror(surprise).
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No surprise! I think she sounds like a little girl with a deep voice, sometimes. Do you know what I mean?
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Yes, and sounds stoned.
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I must repurchase that album…
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You must
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I just did! Although it won’t be the same without all the scratches!
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It is a fantastic album… I often write to it.
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I write to (don’t laugh) opera or soft techno
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I am no fan of opera, apart from a bit of Stockhausen (when I want to go super dark). I write to ambient, hard techno, rave, electronica and contemporary classical.
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I am particular about my opera. It’s always sad
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I have no feel for it. I am not particular about music I like any old stuff.
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That surprises me. I am particular although I like a wide variety of stuff. I generally love and hate things though
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I like my music moody, that is the main criteria. Downtempo usually.
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That sounds like Cake. 💙
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I am always all Cake.
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And that’s a good thing.
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Glad you think so.
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You never answered my question
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Sorry what was the question?
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From the other post. Do you think I’m a monster?
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Sorry I missed the comment I just replied
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Sometimes, especially when I’m in awe, reveling in the beauty of something, someone, a moment, ‘it feels like slow motion, as if somehow I have time’. Maybe its as if I can feel all the moments leading to that particular moment, as well as all the future moments I envision because I saw that moment in the way that I saw it? Suspended in time, with a reverence for the past and hope for the future, all at once. And the knowledge that I’d slip away happily in any of them. What a feeling that is! 💜 Beautiful words, Meg.
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Thank you! You’re right, Kay. This will sound morbid but … I imagine those seconds of falling as complete exhilaration. Now if you had the wherewithal to pivot so as to see the vast expanse! Not hoping for it any time soon, mind you!
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That’s not morbid, I don’t think. It would be the one truly FREE moment. I figured!! 💜
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Thank you! Glad you understand! ❤
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If there is a lovely way to die, this might be it! ❤
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I’m not going to test it out, don’t worry!
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Meg, I just love this❤️
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Thank you, Rita!
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Wonderful Meg. I like that the momentum of the poem builds until the end… Dark and very visual, with a happy ending, “a lovely way to die”. 😉 Enjoy the rest of your evening and have a terrific Friday! ~ Mia
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Thank you, Mia. I hope you enjoy your day today, too! 💜
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You’re welcome Meg, thank you! ❤
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Good one ! 🙂
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Thank you!
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That’s a lovely image to die for…and of course I love your poetry and the fact that you find inspiration from almost everything!
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Thank you, Rashmi! I haven’t been able to write poetry for a little while. I’m happy it’s back. 🙂
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Me too 🙂
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This is lovely. Hm… this painting was the inspiration for one of my prints. The most famous one…
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This is an awesome painting. One of my favorites by any artist!
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Powerful.
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