standing precariously
at the edge of the cliff
the idea if the fall,
or its possibility of it
of its aftermath,
look at the world today (and the dizziness)
the world today
standing precariously
at the edge of the cliff
the idea if the fall,
or its possibility of it
of its aftermath,
look at the world today (and the dizziness)
Indeed
There’s a point in the play Blithe Spirit where the ghost gets distressed and runs around the stage with a high pitched squeal–EEEEeeeeeEEEEEeeeeeEEEEEeeee. It’s sort of the feel of the poem and photo….
I do not know that play, but think I would like it!
I think it’s a Noel Coward play, but can’t say for sure without googling. It’s about a widower who’s dead wife is trying to keep him from remarrying. A medium is brought in to communicate with her. It’s pretty funny. She’s always on stage reacting, but of course, nobody sees her.
I like how it is designed almost to ignore the cliff, in your poem the expression of that feeling, it is a way of happiness I think, to live without fear if possible : )
There certainly was that feeling at the time. Now, it feels more threatening 🙂