The edge—

On By Ka Malana - Fiestaestrellas.comIn Astrology, Creative Writing, Something altogether different, Transformation

There is an edge

I’m trying to soften around it,

but it won’t

relent, the me that observes it,

and so

i feel like melting, crying

to lay beside it as thin as possible

to disappear into it

this doesn’t much work

so I let it hang there as a border

I let it be

and I watch it’s ridge slice the air

into two distinct planes

I consider skiiing on it

to fling myself across its solid, icy precipice

It needs some light, I think,

some touch, some warmth

maybe just a file

I run my fingers across it,

and it doesn’t cut me.

This is a surprise.

So I find myself bringing my ear down to the

corner of time and space, this edge

and check to see

if it has a whisper.

it’s beckoning me to come closer

and to my confusion it says

“Follow… and

Keep going

even if it feels odd,

rough, or

wrong.

Trust the forward movement.”

8 thoughts on “The edge—”

  2. I loved this poem, Ka. There’s something profound about it.

    ‘and to my confusion it says / “Follow… and / Keep going / even if it feels odd, /

    rough, or / wrong. / Trust the forward movement.”’

    Wow, I love those very empowering lines. ❤

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  4. I love the turn toward curiosity in this poem. These lines especially,

    “I run my fingers across it,

    and it doesn’t cut me.

    This is a surprise.

    So I find myself bringing my ear down to the

    corner of time and space, this edge

    and check to see

    if it has a whisper.”

    Thank you for sharing your words.

    Reply

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