Muse for Monday

MantraRaymond left a comment on I ain’t escared, which just made me know this was a poem which would find its way from the scribble pad beside my bed to M3. Mantra tends to like singing me to sleep. I love looking at the pad when I wake up to see where I fell asleep and scrawled across the page.

Now, you have to understand, sometimes the poem is not finished before my lights go out (with the bed lamp still lit). I will wake in the morning and read the last line (not the whole thing) and pick up where I left off.

Fortunately, Mantra has memorized all the words and just sings it a second (seventh) time for me somewhere between the time the coffee pot starts and my eyes come into focus. Good thing I have to type these things here. My handwriting is atrocious.

The name of this poem is Jagged. It was where this poem began. The word had been stuck in my fingertips for a couple days before the song had lyrics I could translate. This poem feels really different when you read the punctuation as opposed to the line.

Remember, my poetry only has lines to give it a visual appeal and to remind me to occasionally toss in a rhyming word. The meat of the story is held in the prose. This particular poem is another one with sound.

Tell me which sense this poem appeals to the most. I am interested in what you have to say.


Reality’s edge is jagged.
When standing too close,
One can easily get snagged
On the sharp edges.

Leaning over the side
In hopes to gauge what’s
Beneath the abysmal tide,
Can send one headlong

To the dampened depths,
Falling where the tide
Long ago had crept.
Retreated now into the

Silent solace of quiet,
Not hearing its own
Thund’rous insurmountable height
Until the echo clamors

Up between the canyon
Walls so steep and sheer,
Breaking the waking dreams on
The craggy outcropped stones.

Be careful lest you trip.
For the fall is long with
Nothing along the way to grip
After you leave the jagged edge.



What did you hear? What did it say to you?

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  1. I love poetry. Wish I could tackle it, but don’t have the bravery. It’s the “fall” I keep coming back to and wondering about all of it’s meanings. I guess thats the reason for writing.

    • Good analogy, Barb. I think many of the bloggers here would agree with you in it. And you write so well, you would do just fine with poetry!

  2. This seems to take in the lessons of life, leaving the old jagged edges and refreshing them with a new path, a new life ahead with many different and exciting adventures to be realised…

    Out with the old and in with the new so to speak, and yet the jagged edge threatens to pull one back, hindering the new beginning, but onwards is the way forwards even though the chapters are fresh and waiting to be discovered…

    Well that is one way of looking at it 🙂

    Have a wicked evening Red 🙂

    Androgoth XXx

    • And a delightful one at that, Andro. Thank you for dropping in for this one. I do like you picked up the level of excitement in it. I hope you have had an enjoyable evening! Red.

      • Yes I have been trying to catch up on a few
        postings here and there, and I am way behind
        on all of yours, which I hope to remedy as the
        candle burns slowly 🙂 😉 Have a fun evening 🙂

        Androgoth XXx

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