An old prose poem. A response to mWilliam Stafford's The Darkness Around is Deep:
Suicide
Is one option. When the golden thread you follow runs out. And the ghosts are still awake at two in the morning. And the cat watches them walk across the room. This is what I know of magic-realism. The sound of trickling water. The pendulum swinging. The whistle of the train. The book is not written yet and so suicide is not an option.
Damn it.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
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This one is sad. I don't like the thought of suicide (and I have a difficult time because of people that have chosen this option or fantasize about it, such as some of my clients) but I know this prose is honest too. *Hug*
Love you,
Peedee
Actually, this is a response to a poem by William Stafford in his collection "The Darkness Around Us is Deep," so not really a poem "about suicide."
But I understand and appreciated your concern.
LOve,
Ray.
Yes. The mere thought of it really does not sit well with me. Maybe it's Carla and also my sister's good friend from High School. It's always the ones who do not threaten who silently do it one day. :)
I'm glad we're not having this conversation and that it's a response poem! phew!
Love you,
Peedee
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