The Edge of Being

The Edge of Being

 

She flirted with the ocean

Standing on the rocks

Daring it to dress her

With its beauty

Take her completely

Into its arms

And hold her down

Until she could breathe

No more

She teased and begged

For the attention

Wishing to surrender

To its power

Her lover not receptive

 

On this dark broody night

The velvet sky pushed

Back the curtain of clouds

And the wind halted

The angry ocean

Slowed its breath

And whispered softly

To her

Do not tempt me anymore

I will not take you this night

You are using me

To dull your pain

I will wash it away

So you may live another day

 

 

Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing Β©

 

In response to DVerse PoetsΒ Bjorn’s Metaphor Challenge

Photo by Nathan Dumlao on Unsplash

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  41 comments for “The Edge of Being

  1. Bev
    November 11, 2018 at 4:54 pm

    Clouds hlding back curtain of night; winds halting angry ocean … nice metaphors.

    • Christine Bolton
      November 11, 2018 at 5:52 pm

      Thanks Bev. I’m happy you liked it! πŸ™‚

  2. November 10, 2018 at 10:45 am

    Yikes! Love how this demonstrates the larger wisdom of the natural world – underscoring we cannot command it.

    • Christine Bolton
      November 10, 2018 at 11:40 am

      Thanks Christine. Yes it’s too big and powerful to mess with it! πŸ™‚ I’m happy you liked it πŸ’•

  3. November 10, 2018 at 9:36 am

    I love the way the metaphor of the ocean can work in more ways than one… there is always something threatening and risk of drowning too…

    • Christine Bolton
      November 10, 2018 at 11:41 am

      Yes! It’s mighty strength can heal and harm πŸ™‚ Thanks Bjorn

  4. November 10, 2018 at 5:52 am

    I apologise for not being able to read all your poems, Christine, but I am glad I got to this one.

    • Christine Bolton
      November 10, 2018 at 8:56 am

      Thank you so much! I never expect anyone to read all of them. I just have the need to write them πŸ™‚

  5. November 9, 2018 at 9:23 pm

    The ocean is our eternal source. We are drawn to it as the great mother and healer. Nicely done.

    • Christine Bolton
      November 9, 2018 at 11:48 pm

      Thank you! I really appreciate it πŸ™‚

  6. November 9, 2018 at 5:03 pm

    Ocean of Birth
    Ocean of Death
    Ocean
    HoMe
    Within to Be..:)

    • Christine Bolton
      November 9, 2018 at 5:10 pm

      Lovely…thanks for sharing πŸ™‚

  7. November 9, 2018 at 3:32 pm

    The opening line β€œShe flirted with the ocean” is powerful and sets the tone – playfully ominous strike for a subtle antithesis of mood. πŸ’œ it! Last 6 lines could be a wonderful stand alone poem, but it would lose some of its kind sonorous gravitas if it were separated from her flirtatious suicidality and sorrow.

    • Christine Bolton
      November 9, 2018 at 5:10 pm

      Thank you Lona! I really appreciate it. The poem flowed quickly and I let it be. I’m just happy you liked it πŸ™‚

      • November 9, 2018 at 5:24 pm

        πŸ™‚

  8. November 9, 2018 at 9:23 am

    Depression often causes the urge to flirt with the ocean. I like the sound of hope at the end!

    • Christine Bolton
      November 9, 2018 at 12:34 pm

      Thank you! I appreciate it πŸ™‚

  9. November 9, 2018 at 7:16 am

    love your title! your reference to the ocean really resonates with me, we want that all encompassing feeling of being held like liquid beauty and just drown, but the ocean like life has its own time table and tide. so beautifully written

    • Christine Bolton
      November 9, 2018 at 7:54 am

      Thank you Gina. Nature can protect us if we allow it to πŸ™‚

      • November 9, 2018 at 7:55 am

        you are welcome Chrstine, that is very true, and we must stop to listen.

  10. November 9, 2018 at 5:46 am

    This is so beautiful Christine! Sometimes nature seems to understand us better.

    • Christine Bolton
      November 9, 2018 at 8:00 am

      I rerally believe it does. Thank you my friend πŸ™‚

      • November 9, 2018 at 10:06 am

        You are kindly welcome, my dear! πŸ™‚

  11. November 9, 2018 at 2:20 am

    I love the idea of flirting with the ocean, Christine, and the personification of the ocean, being cruel to be kind.

    • Christine Bolton
      November 9, 2018 at 8:06 am

      Thank you Kim. You’re so kind. I appreciate it πŸ™‚

  12. November 9, 2018 at 1:23 am

    Striking poetry. Your ocean is a symbol of universe. Love it!

    • Christine Bolton
      November 9, 2018 at 5:01 pm

      Thanks Sadje! πŸ™‚πŸ’• I’m happy you liked it

      • November 9, 2018 at 7:47 pm

        My pleasure.

  13. November 8, 2018 at 11:44 pm

    Love the way you described and personified the ocean here!

    • Christine Bolton
      November 9, 2018 at 5:00 pm

      Thank you Jade! πŸ™‚

  14. November 8, 2018 at 11:20 pm

    I like the conversational tone and wisdom of the ocean.

    • Christine Bolton
      November 8, 2018 at 11:44 pm

      Thanks Lynn. I’m happy you liked it πŸ™‚

  15. November 8, 2018 at 10:44 pm

    Love this

    • November 8, 2018 at 10:46 pm

      Love this, Christine. The ocean as Being speaking to her and washing her pain away.❀️

      • Christine Bolton
        November 8, 2018 at 10:51 pm

        Aww, thank you Jordy πŸ’•πŸ™‚

  16. November 8, 2018 at 10:19 pm

    Love the ocean metaphor and the healing it can bring:

    I will wash it away

    So you may live another day

    • Christine Bolton
      November 8, 2018 at 10:54 pm

      Thank you Grace πŸ™‚ I’m so pleased you liked it

  17. November 8, 2018 at 10:06 pm

    so beautiful. i love the idea of a sentient ocean and communicating with it

    • Christine Bolton
      November 8, 2018 at 10:54 pm

      Thank you my friend. I’m so happy you liked it. πŸ™‚

  18. November 8, 2018 at 10:01 pm

    Nice last six lines especially these by the ocean: “Do not tempt me anymore

    I will not take you this night”

    • Christine Bolton
      November 8, 2018 at 10:55 pm

      Thank you Frank πŸ™‚

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