APRIL 16, 2012 3:10PM

Leap

Rate: 13 Flag

a Venitian door 

Leap

 If I were truly spirited,

I’d undo the past and leave this place.

I’d trade these dry, empty, proper walls

for fields of bubbling conversation,

absurd with generalities,

grammatically haphazard,but alive.

A noisy place filled with

a cacophony of pioneering spirits

who reject the suggested or imposed,

distain the safe, the secure

and dive

headlong

into

the

unknown.

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rebirth, freedom, life change, risk taking, poetry

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I wrote a version of this poem as I was leaving my second marriage and heading off to grad school. I lept...
beauty1947
April 16, 2012 03:12 PM
several decades ago...
beauty1947
April 16, 2012 03:12 PM
several decades ago...
beauty1947
April 16, 2012 03:13 PM
Jumping in with both feet always gets my heart started.
jmac1949
April 16, 2012 03:20 PM
you leap so well here, too

Rated.
Jonathan Wolfman
April 16, 2012 03:26 PM
I think you did. OS is filled with a cacophony of spirits. I liked this a lot. Hit a spot.
Ande Bliss
April 16, 2012 03:39 PM
Free spirit you are!

Rated
Heidi Banerjee
April 16, 2012 03:49 PM
I want to join you in your leap, beauty.
Erica K
April 16, 2012 03:51 PM
that's good. a simple direct poem that has left me neither confused or any more depressed than I already am.
Ben Sen
April 16, 2012 05:00 PM
And isn't that when you know it is over? When you are no longer afraid to fibr hrsflong into the unknown? R
escrito por nada
April 16, 2012 08:26 PM
After reading your comments, it appears I was preaching to a choir of leapers. There are some advantages to getting older and more reflective....what was once terrifying becomes a reminder to let 'er rip when the opportunity presents itself.
beauty1947
April 16, 2012 10:34 PM
I have no patience with someone who won't jack the whole thing in and start over--I've done it many times. Lovely poem, and I like the dry, empty proper walls line.
ManhattanWhiteGirl
April 17, 2012 05:50 AM
Nice door, too--an important symbol. Heads up, it's always open.
ManhattanWhiteGirl
April 17, 2012 05:53 AM
wonderful words, I love the idea of a "cacophony of pioneering spirits"
rated with love
RomanticPoetess
April 17, 2012 10:23 AM
MWG: I hear you. Doors are meant to be opened, otherwise they'd be walls. I loved this door I found in Venice.

RP: Your appreciation is much appreciated, especially since you are a poetess. I merely dabble.
beauty1947
April 17, 2012 01:39 PM
You accomplished your wish in your poem - why not in life? I get the feeling it all came out of you in one full wave of breath, and how lightened you must have felt afterward! All it takes is the first step.
Excellent poem!
R♥
FusunA
April 19, 2012 10:55 AM
Sorry I didn't see this sooner! I've leapt into something, and it's keeping me a little too busy right now. But I'm not leaving, just lurking while I leap. Take care, beauty!
Helvetica Stone
April 29, 2012 03:53 PM