~*~*~
I’m standing at the edge again,
Looking down and waiting,
For the slightest blast of wind
To sway me, convince me
Coax me over the jagged cliff,
Down to the waters below,
To meet the smoothened stones,
Crashing waves, my longing gaze,
And the sun is yet to be swallowed.
The cold stone is slippery,
Threatening to pull me down
Before my mind has been made up
It knows the turmoil within
The deepest crevice of my soul
It knows the strange calm
Quivering at the tip of my lips
Waiting for the wisp of a command
To either take the leap of courage
Or to turn away from my so-called fate.
The word lingers at the edge
Of consciousness, unfelt, unheard
Twisted by reason to mean nothing
But the feelings remain raw, untouched
The substance of dreams cannot be changed
Memories can be mutated in the mind
But the essence of each drop shall remain
All the while, the echoes shall lie
Forgotten in the deep dwelling of the soul
The soul that never existed.
The command has been whispered
I remain standing, unable to comprehend
Where life has brought me
Where I am to drift, as I have been drifting
Almost unconsciously, yet fully aware
I’ve been going as the wind takes me
How much further must I go?
The road is long and weary,
Twisting and turning,
The cliff is inviting,
One single slip
And it’s over
I’m falling
Caught
Alive
Am
I
?
~*~*~
Inside the Mind of a Lunatic 
great poem. excellent idea with the structure!!! like falling down with you
Wonderful! Liked it enough to read it twice. Good style and choice of words. BRAVA~!
Again my visit here is worth diamonds! Bravo S.! We all stand on the edge many times wondering if we’re alive, and even if we fall we can always learn from the flight … The shape is very creative! Love it!
Love the whole concept, dp, and almost felt the tug and pull as we both jumped. Wow… We all seem to have that ‘edge’ which pulls at us, do we fall and crash down, or do we fly and savour a new start… the choice is ours to make, and we listen hard to the inner voice.
xPenx
nice! very poetic and artistic 🙂
and splash!!
What a beautiful wordplay expressing what goes on in mind when we are left to decide about that one critical point.. The shape at the end almost brought me to think where was I hitting- the stones or the water..
Very well written!
hugs xoxox
Hi, Sonam. I’m not sure if that’s the meaning you want to convey but this poem made me think about someone on the verge of falling in love again after having been betrayed in the past. Very moving 🙂
Reminds me of the same form of poetry I wrote a year ago.
Nice one.. 🙂
Fantastic poem.
Like the feel that comes through in this.
I like the structural thing you did at the end too
Wonderful poem and alive i?… nice structure.. Here is my Rally Post, ? will my life be colourful ?
Someone is Special
Very creative a wonderful poem. 🙂
This is almost seems like a concrete poem to me in its visual imagery. I love the ? mark at the end. Great job!
wonderfull structure and synergy between form and contents!
Very well written. Descriptive and full of deep thoughts!
super piece.
fly with your words, an adventure,
Happy Rally.
Beautiful form and written with such elegance loved it!
wow this is an excellent poem! its rich and deep and the end just blows you away?
Your verse arrives at its point– quite literally. An interesting write.
Really Nice Poem!!!! 🙂
What a fantastic flow that you crafted perfectly down to its very form!
I love what you did with the structure. The third stanza particularly strikes me, especially these lines:
The substance of dreams cannot be changed
Memories can be mutated in the mind
But the essence of each drop shall remain
Great read!
Clever to have the tapering off at the end. Adds an element that makes the poem more alive.
Wonderful….
Love love love the structure. Very clever. Great poem.
Great poem.
I like the way you created word art with your poem!
Please join poetry potluck week 42 today,
keep up the excellence.
dear dp,
do you know how good it is to read this? i felt that too, over that jagged cliff, ready to be caught there unsafe in the pendulum of insanity. a leap to the undiscovered and unchartered can be a liberating experience. and this is what i grasp from the wisdom of your poem. you had such acuity of thought here my friend, the one that shining like a beacon. great poem indeed.
Wow… I honestly think you are back, girl! To writing, I mean.. that is, if you ever think you had gone away from it at all.. 🙂
But yes, I do indeed share the sentiments in this poem.. there are times when that one single slip into the abyss seems like the easiest and most fruitful thing to do… where nothing really matters, and everything remains to be learnt afresh… don’t you think? *sigh* It’s a mixed feeling..
What a beautiful poem, Sonam… BRAVO!!!
creative as always…my favorite line is
Twisted by reason to mean nothing….excellent
my rally was here
This is super cool, I extremely admire this, thank you, much appreciated, WS
Great poem – love the content reflected by the structure.