If I have died and you missed the moment
Know that I went peacefully in my sleep
Of my own accord and timing, by my own
Hand which could no longer pound the keys
Pull the ropes, the weeds, the rabbit out of the hat
Let it be said that "she was a woman who had great timing"
Take what you want and we'll say I gave it to you long ago
It will not matter to me now, and who's to say it wasn't my
Intention all along
Peggy Pendleton
5/10/09
Sunday, May 17, 2009
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dont go anywhere..i have much more to learn here.
I'm not going anywhere, I'm just writing a few poems that tap into this experience of being bipolar.
And for a poem with death in the title, isn't it a rather happy little ditty?
I like the idea of getting things said and done before death takes me as it will take us all. So this could be my pre-prepared Obit. The corpse is taken care of and then the greiving pissed off friends are left with the task of saying something. So here is a start.
And I do hope I'm "a woman with good timing," and will know when the time is right. I can still pound the keys, and now and then still pull the rabbit out of the hat.
very good.
Sherry thank you honey. You pronouncements mean a lot to me. Very Good is all I need. Or good job, or even nice try... I'm just glad to see you.
Shit lady, You scared me.
I'm glad you're here.
Freida, it worked. Twas really just a desperate attempt to get you here. A little fright is a kind of thrill, isn't it? I know you still care if I can give you a little jolt now and then. You appear like Wonder Bee ready to put things right or write the final chapter.
Sounds like you set of a few alarm bells. Hope everything is okay.
Reminds me of the e.e. cummings poem "nobody loses all the time".
Interesting stuff, Peggy. I completely relate.
Peggy, you had me sad for a moment. But I certainly do love the poetry.
Really I'm fine. I'm taking a break from scrubbing the toilet. See, I'm even productive. When it cools off a little outside, I'll do a tiny bit of work out in the evening cool.
Shit...for a moment I thought that following the link would be an exercise in futility. I am glad that I was mistaken. You do beautiful work Utah. I am looking forward to stopping by more often.
Hi Utah -
your words remind me of something my son recently said to me. He was sharing about his girlfriend's Mom who is dieing of ALS, and his girlfriend is struggling with the debilitating process her Mom is facing. She said to him, "It's going to be awful for a long time", and my son replied, "and one day it wont be"......
Hope you are well
Gail
peace.....
Hi MIke, glad to see my commenting charms still have the allure. I found you and here you are. Sweet!
Gail, you son's very wise. His girlfriend is very realistic. Nice to see you.
I like this. It's very much taking the reins in a moment when you no longer have a voice.
A friend lost her father to suicide this weekend and I've learned that another friend may be hospitalized because he's been edging toward taking his own life, as well. I don't know why it seems that death is hanging blithely in the air right now, but it is.
Now you've taken it and turned it on its head somehow. I'm grateful for that.
Thank you Lisa, you understand me completely.
This poem worried me too but I'm glad to hear it was only artistic in nature! Excellent poetry.
I like this.
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