To
leap
Love
is like a door
Opened
into infinity
At
times precariously balanced
Over the
precipice
Not tumbling
Not falling
But choosing
instead
To leap
Chris
McQueeney 10/31/12 9:01 P.M.
this has been linked to Hyde Park Poetry Rally week 76
That is such a true description of love.
ReplyDeletesmiles...it means all the more when you choose to leap eh? smiles....love is a crazy thing...
ReplyDeleteYour poem and your thought got to me and I remembered a time and place:
ReplyDeleteLove's Renewal
Halfway down the slope
no longer in charge of things
and knowing it's so -
trying to recall
what it felt like to choose love -
or whatever this
may be as I feel
it now - looking for some way
to explain the pain
of this confusion -
or really if I'm halfway
and then I see you
all brand new again.
love the imagery your words formed.
ReplyDeleteHappy Rally.
strong willed but vivid written words.
ReplyDeleteI've taken this leap but the bones don't always heal...
ReplyDeleteYes! It is that. There is always the eventuality of staying or going. Holding or having. Resisting or leaping. The trouble is, once we have leaped into an abyss, we tauter at the edge much longer the next time around... hopefully. And then again, what a shame to never leap again for the now acquired fear of smashing to the ground.
ReplyDeleteyes to leaping, chris. but best to know when padding, a parachute or a person will break the fall
ReplyDeletelove
kj
Liked your description of love! Choosing to leap is always more fun!
ReplyDeleteYes: full speed, both feet - GO! :o)
ReplyDeletea wonderful word flow.
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