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.
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.
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.