The Edge


Original DDE™ surrealistic art entitled “The Edge” by: rob kistner © 8/15/24

 
Standing at the edge
feeling far below
the great tides

the ebb and flow
the rise and fall

the come and go of centuries
of millenniums
wave by wave
day by day
as it has always been

this might incarnate
this power of indifference
this surge of perfect apathy

and I
as insignificant as the grain of sand
bounced and tumbled
dragged helpless in the undertow

a great froth crested wave
rises up in beckon
the silk of azure blue
draped smoothly down its sloping back
as it dances on the deep

how easy I could slip
into that fathomed realm

down
down
ever down
into the waiting silence
without so much a noticed sound
quiet as a breaking heart

absorbed into the churn and roar
without so much a ripple
to disturb the steady surf

a subtle crease
irrelevant
erased
even as it came

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rob kistner © 2011
originally linked at Magpie Tales

rob kistner © 2024

More poetry at: dVerse

 

42 thoughts on “The Edge”

  1. first, i love the ocean so you grabbed me right away…it often leads me to pondering as well…i think of you more than an insiginifigant speck though rob…those grains of sand thought many each are a part of our earth…love the movement in this as well…

  2. Lovely description of the wave as “the silk of azure blue” that “slides smoothly down”.

    The poem captures well the sense of being subsumed by something so much more powerful than ourselves; also how fleeting, and sometimes seemingly meaningless, our existence is.

  3. you capture the sense of looking death into the eye so well here..also the feeling small in relation to the big picture and depth surrounding us..wonderful imagery..

  4. Really grabbed me with this one.
    I stood on similar cliffs south of
    the big volcano on the big island,
    and one gets a tremendous sense
    of being on the precipitous edge
    of both portal and abyss; good
    piece of work, sir.

  5. At the surface, the sea is so noisy and there is so much movement. As you sink deeper into it though, it becomes more silent and more still and you have captured that essence in this poem, Rob. Thank you for sharing.

  6. you capture well the feeling that we have of insignificance against the bounty and strength of nature. yet we are drawn to experience its beauty, even to go so far as to be consumed by it. perhaps the ultimate pleasure. a wonderful and well crafted poem.

  7. Dear Rob: Ah “the steady surf” which is time or timelessness but always the creases, the wrinkles, the trivialities will be “erased even as it came”. Memorable and visibly indelible poetry~!

  8. i like this part:

    down down ever down
    into the waiting silence
    without so much a noticed sound
    absorbed into the churn and roar
    without so much a ripple
    to disturb the steady surf

  9. I love that picture!!!!!!!!! Gorgeous!
    …and I love how this made me ponder just how small we are and how quickly we could be swallowed by death and churned into centuries coming and just…forgotten. My brother said to me something that really struck me… we were sitting in the parking lot of a grocery store and watching people in their rush, here and there, living when he looked at me and said ” you realize, none of these people, including us, will not exist in less than 100 years?” yea. crazy huh?
    Great work!

  10. as the silk of azure blue
    slides smoothly down its slope of back
    as it dances on the deep
    i feel like sinking in your words… i can smell every drop of sea water here
    great one.

  11. Your writing makes me feel like I am standing at the beach while the waves are flowing past my feet and legs then almost knocking me down on its way back into the ocean on a beautiful sunny day. It can truly make you feel how unimportant you are in the overall scheme of how this planet will continue to go on when we are long gone. Our importance is truly just in our own minds.

    Thanks so much for linking up with this weeks Theme Thursday. Hope you will come back next week.

    God bless.

  12. Rob, last week I watched a season of “Alone” on netflix, set up in Saskatchewan (sp?) and that is the feeling that washed over me. The disinterest nature carried for the contestants. I won’t watch another episode. It’s a beautiful land but the apathy got to me.

    1. Nature is breathtakingly beautiful, awe inspiring, the stuff of song, poem, and prose — but it will swallow you up without warning or care. It is that all powerful, indifferent might, arrayed in endless splendor, that draws me so strongly to it Lisa. No pretense, no posing, no pandering — just perfectly powerful, and magically spectacular! 🙂

  13. I love the shape of this poem and how it ebbs and flows, Rob. The sea has such a strong pull to the edge, it was there before us and has so much mystery. I agree, we are:
    ‘as insignificant as the grain of sand
    bounced and tumbled
    dragged helpless in the undertow’.

    1. It has shaped our earth and the peoples on it, for all of time — since day one. A power like no other on earth. Yet it can be calm as a kitten, or as ferocious as a monster. It makes that choice — we hold no real sway. A kinetic power like no other ever in existence. We may pollute it, even kill the creatures that reside in it — but it will always have the last word.

  14. Oh my…….the words for my comment on this poem are gone. Reason? I just saw Glenn’s photo and read his comment. I miss him here at dVerse….and his words are perfect here.
    Yes…..standing by the ocean, beside it or above it, and looking out…we truly are a speck in the universe. This is a beautiful poem.

  15. I love your poem, Rob. Contemplation at the end of life does bring us to the edge of the deep. The dawn of the unknown awaits as the darkness closes in. Is it better to dream and anticipate or rationalize and fear what is to come?

    Your metaphor of being a grain of sand is perfect. I love this line…
    and I
    as insignificant as the grain of sand
    bounced and tumbled
    dragged helpless in the undertow

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