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



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



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!!!



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 !


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