She stood forlornly on the rocks
the waves beckoning.
She concentrated her efforts
She concentrated her efforts
on reclaiming the sense of security
the solid ground had once engendered.
She contemplated the death of mermaids.
Wasn’t it better for your soul to become foam on the sea,
Rather than being a twisting knife of uncertainty
the solid ground had once engendered.
She contemplated the death of mermaids.
Wasn’t it better for your soul to become foam on the sea,
Rather than being a twisting knife of uncertainty
in your living flesh.
19 comments:
marvelous allusion in this contemplation!
Absolutely. Now jump. x
OMG, don't do it!!!
Great picture....
lime, That is a beautifilly worded comment. Thankyou:)
miss understood, :(
queenie, welcome back! How are you?
Disney's "The Little Mermaid" didn't address the topic of death, so data is insufficient at best.
Jump.
Isn't it odd how that feeling persists - when you stand there swaying, and you feel that very real pull. It can be so overpowering and you think the only thing to do is let your body fall forward...
...off the rocks and into the water, or away from the railing and into the canyon below.
That feeling of vertigo. Yikes.
Potent thoughts and significant words.
((((Cathy))))
you're tearing me up
the answer is no no no
your soul will survive
lotsa luv ann xxxxx
Awesome picture and 55.
tc
I do hope you feel happy enough to post something cheerful one day. You have such a great wit.
Of course, Cathy....I did think you were talking about metphorical rocks and waves. x
puerileuwaite, I think it did actually.Damn now I have to watch it AGAIN!
michael, teeter teeter...
travis, sheesh! now my legs are wobbling.
ss nick, It was a dark and stormy night....
ann, yes but will my sanity.
TC, the pic is good isn't it?
val, I will deal with your request prommptly.
miss understood, shh - I'm hiding the good cutlery.
Teeter ye not, just do it.
Point of order: you have a sanity? Are you sure you're a member of this family?
Great poem Cathy. Didn't I tell you never to leave home without your vest, clean undies, a whistle, a torch, matches, a swiss army knife and...an inflatable rubber dinghy?
The thing about sea foam is that it dissapates--it has mometary effect but then is gone. Stick to the less ephemeral...and, of course, the tougher path.
You're amazing. Keep believing that.
Say, sweets, just a clarification: my reading of you and the sea foam had to do with a certain self-destructiveness for you, which I do not wish on you at all. But when you help me see it as release from a miserable marriage, I have a little "aha!"
I've been thinking for months now, little as I know about the situation, that you should be done with him. I'm not saying keep him at all!
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