Harbor Drive reroute marks milestone in Embarcadero project
Dave Rice 7:21 a.m., May 21
Forget for a minute
that you are afraid
and grab hold of my hand
like you did the day
we climbed over boulders
to eat lunch by the sea
and returned leaping
surplus stones carved
to cobble city streets,
left to weather the centuries
among frail flowers
and wind blown grass.
*
Leap like you did once before
from the sun setting red
over the dunes.
Let the sounds of the waves
assure you that too much
is also sometimes just
enough.
*
Don't let another year drift by
stubbornly convinced
that you are satisfied
with your self allotted
half measured cup.
*
Indulge in delicious
remembrance surrendering
suffocating indifference,
releasing the weight
of yesterday's constraints
to embrace tomorrow's
possibilities.
Comments
MackZender Feb. 25, 2012 @ 8:46 p.m.
It is a leap year this year, isn't it? I like the part about "too much"--been there myself. Nice writing and quite good advise, actually. I look forward to delving into your archive here.
Ruth Newell Feb. 26, 2012 @ 7:17 p.m.
T'is. I dunno...maybe its because I've been somewhat deprived in certain areas that I feel that you can never have TOO MUCH joy or love or good stuff. But there apparently are those who don't know what to do with it. Not sure what your experience with it was but glad that you identified. I notice that you are just joined so allow me to welcome you. Do you write poetry too, or just fiction?
MackZender March 7, 2012 @ 6:56 p.m.
Fiction mostly. Liking the last stanza more with each review.
kameronj Feb. 26, 2012 @ 10:16 p.m.
"Forget a minute" truly inciting invataion. Reminds me of Palahniuk "now take a deep breath", subliminal instruction true readers are compelled to obey. Really felt good reading this. A theme felt daily.
Ruth Newell March 5, 2012 @ 3:46 p.m.
Daily? Well, feeling good's better than not. Thanks for reading me, KJ.
nan shartel March 5, 2012 @ 2:07 p.m.
an evocative invitation to the right man..luv it!!!
;-D)
Ruth Newell March 5, 2012 @ 3:44 p.m.
Exactly. Thanks Nan.
richzombie March 5, 2012 @ 2:33 p.m.
very nice - i am working on one that's titled - look
Ruth Newell March 5, 2012 @ 3:40 p.m.
Of course you are:) But, you of all people look before you leap, no?
Twister March 5, 2012 @ 4:07 p.m.
Honey chile, If'n he don' hit you like a gol-durn steam locomotive, pass 'im up
PASS 'im UP. Pass 'im UP, I say, an' jes' keep
a-chuggin' a-chug, chug, chugin' a-movin' on.
Night-train, day-train, it don' make no diff'rnce, Wooooo--eeeeeee, WOOO-WOO-EEEEE!
Ruth Newell March 5, 2012 @ 4:55 p.m.
Lol...well aren't you the whitty one. Bravo...I like yours better!!
richzombie March 5, 2012 @ 9:56 p.m.
a second read through this poem and-wow-this is a great poem !
Ruth Newell March 6, 2012 @ 2:53 a.m.
:)
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