When Jagged Meets Parfait

She is known by the nickname “Red.”

Ann Marie Dwyer speaks with encouraging words; wise words with side plates of humour. She is the driving force behind the blog Momma’s Money Matters, affectionately tagged M3.

Her poem Jagged, recently featured on M3, offers themes beyond the reader’s initial view of the poem solely as the description of an uneven ledge overseeing turbulent waters.

Jagged Cliff

The Edge Of The Jagged Cliff.

The poem speaks of losing sight of reality and becoming immersed in the possibilities of the future.

Lean toward the edge and risk falling into the brink of imagination. This can be tempting if the result is escape from the harshness that is your own life. Escape to the fairies described in Long-Winded, my post published earlier this week.

Readers can likely identify with the lines describing “leaning over the side” to “gauge” what is beneath the tide.

Think of a time you looked at what could possibly come in the future. Perhaps you tried to prepare for the possibilities with any emotional or material means available. Being sent “headlong” happens when one becomes immersed in the waters or visions of the future rather than being grounded in the solid ground of the present. You envision the future in such detail that the present becomes less prominent.

It may be easy to lose sight of the moment, envisioning the future and become enthralled by it. The future entices you to its “ledge” and immerses you in the turbulent waters over its edge.

This is christyb, I am swimming my way through this post.

Red offers a warning at the end of her poem. There are not set boundaries once you leave the present and move into the rickety landscape of the future.

Jagged

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.

© 201204012330  Ann Marie Dwyer

Take time today to live in the present. You will appreciate the firmness with which the ground happily meets your feet.


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32 thoughts on “When Jagged Meets Parfait

    1. christyb Post author

      The cliff could certainly be symbolic of many life phases and notions of time. Thanks Raymond for complimenting both myself and Red. Always nice to hear from you!

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    1. christyb Post author

      Are you able to connect with the other poetry I have chosen Marc? I’m glad you found connection today. Thanks for the nice words, and for stopping by today to comment.

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  1. Red

    Excellent analysis, as always, Christy. This is another of my onion poems, and I love the layer you have chosen to reveal. Remember, you are welcome to the library when I transfer it!

    Red.

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    1. christyb Post author

      Oooh I welcome the chance to look through your poems Red. I will take you up on that! I am pleased you enjoy the post as I wanted to make sure I did your poem the justice it deserved. We gals gotta stick together!

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  2. simon7banks

    I like this poem but my reaction is rather different. I think there are times when we should let go and dive, or let ourselves be carried, over the edge. That need not be an escape from reality, but maybe a new kind of reality that our fears and conscious mind are blocking out.

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    1. christyb Post author

      Simon, the ways one poem can be interpreted are numerous. That is what I love about poetry and my blog as well. Sharing opinions and points of view teaches us both about the art form of poetry and also we learn about each other. When one chooses to fly over the edge, one perhaps should be conscious of their fall to ensure they don’t hit bottom.

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    2. Red

      Your analysis is one closer to what I had in mind when I wrote the poem. I have heard more than a dozen renditions to this particular poem, so Christy is correct in it can bee viewed differently through each reader’s lenses.

      Thank you for your insight,
      Red.

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      1. christyb Post author

        Thanks Red, it interests me how different images can be held within the same words. I welcome discussion, especially about poetry! (hmm perhaps you already knew this…)

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  4. Jayna Locke

    I love this poem. I have such a love of heights, and a fear of depths, that it makes me tingle! Never mind that it’s a metaphor for life and reality. I felt myself clutching at grass as I lost my balance and slipped over the edge!

    Great review, Christy!

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    1. christyb Post author

      I love your description “clutching at grass as I lost my balance” Jayna. I can just see you – but I would make sure I caught you before you fell! Hey that’s what friends are for 🙂

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    1. christyb Post author

      Jayna, is your site through WordPress? if it is then head to the “Settings” section and click on the ‘Writing’ area. The top of the page should say “Writing Settings.” Under Formatting, tick the box to “Convert emotions…” and then save the changes before exiting the screen. Hope that helps!

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    1. christyb Post author

      Indeed. You never do know when you sit at the keyboard if the words will come easily or not, do you? Perhaps it has to do with our connection with the material at hand and how closely we relate to the subject matter. Thanks for taking a read Thomas.

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    1. christyb Post author

      *I smile widely* Thank-you for the kind words. I am glad I have been able to highlight Red’s poem with an analysis that has been positively received. I look forward to reading more of your posts soon too, nice to have you here!

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  5. Sue Dreamwalker

    These words by Red are indeed excellent as they reflect the thin line we all walk in this world as we tread upon the jagged edges of Life..
    I have had to work with many who have slipped and fallen.. and it takes along long climb to haul oneself back up from the bottom of that Cliff…

    Great review Christyb.. xx ~Sue

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    1. christyb Post author

      Yes Sue I too have been to the bottom of that cliff and it looks mighty dark at the time. I am glad to have climbed back up the steep edge and be able to relay my words to all of you. Thanks for your complimenting words Sue.

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