"If we want hell,
if we want heaven,
they are ours.
That's how love works. It can't be forced, manipulated, or coerced.
It always leaves room for the other to decide" ~ Rob Bell
~ The Edge of You ~
Infinite and fleeting
time soars and pauses
at the edge of you
it pulls, it nudges
it slips away
at the edge of you
hearts on asphalt
hearts on sleeves
hearts in waiting
at the edge of you
Everlasting and patient
love comes back around
to the edge of you
it touches, it asks
it seeks an answer
at the edge of you
hearts on asphalt
hearts on sleeves
hearts in waiting
at the edge of you
Unforgettable and painful
the past comes back around
to the edge of you
it's buried, it's reborn
it's kept true love at bay
at the edge of you
hearts on asphalt
hearts on sleeves
hearts in waiting
at the edge of you
Courageous and resolute
truth can go either way
at the edge of you
it digs deep, it prods
it's led me full-circle
to the edge of you
hearts on asphalt
hearts on sleeves
gone and buried
or love renewed
hearts in waiting
on that first step
what future unfolds
at the edge of you?
(c) Dahlia Ramone: March 13, 2016
This was written for Blogophilia Week 2.9
Topic: "The First Step Is..." (I tweaked it a bit)
Bonus Points:
(Hard, 2 pts): Incorporate a Rob Bell quote
(Easy, 1 pt): Include the word "Asphalt"
This one sweeps me in to the emotion of it so deeply....I love the way you carve raw emotion into an exquisitely smooth sculpture!! wow.
ReplyDeleteI think the short verses help. Thanks, C - as always I value your feedback so much <3
DeleteFirst! Such a compelling write it brought me right to the edge! 8 points Earthling! :) Marvin
ReplyDeleteAlmost first ;) And be careful on the edge ;) Thanks, Marvin ~
DeleteThis needs to be put to music. The lyrics are quite lovely.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Christopher. One of these days I should collab with someone who writes music.
DeleteThis lyrical bewilderment overwhelms me. So many directions taken in races run, to find yourself standing in the starting gate with seemingly no apprehensions of a finish line. That will come later.
ReplyDeleteBut what if there is no finish line? What if it's just perpetual detours?
DeleteJust exquisite! I can totally dig it as a song. :)
ReplyDeleteIrene
Thanks, dollface. I really should find a musical partner. Someday ;)
DeleteBeautiful and thought provoking at the essence of being connected intimately with another. Nice choice of song... is love alive? :)
ReplyDeleteI was in quite the pondering mood when I wrote this ;)
DeleteAlways scary when the past you thought buried digs itself up again. Sometimes it has to happen to move on
ReplyDeletePerhaps it's not burying the past that we should do, but turn to face it and try to walk through it. When it no longer serves as a wall but rather something we can walk through, as though it were not really there, then I think we can finally move on. *Ponders*
DeleteVery edgy. Love it.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sallon ;)
DeleteWhat they all said up there in their comments! Your heart is in this one!
ReplyDelete*Smiles* Thanks, Blue Dude. <3
DeleteAt the edge of me is the corner of my mattress and piece of lint ball from a sock. LOL. Great write as usual.
ReplyDeletelol! Thanks, Gerard :)
DeleteTouches my heart as I read. I love it!
ReplyDeleteGlad you felt it. Thanks, Barbara (((hugs)))
DeleteYou certainly got to the heart with this one
ReplyDeleteStormy
Thank you, Stormy
DeleteThat was edgy. Get it... because... Great poem.
ReplyDeleteSometimes edginess is where it's at. Thank you :)
DeleteLovely write! :)
ReplyDeleteDJ
Thank you, Diana :)
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