They say if it comes in like a lion
it goes out like a lamb
but I guess that depends on
the season you are in when you decide
to jump fate first into the calendar
If your passage of time is akin
to the drip of the tap
maybe you got it right, followed the path
just as the crow flies
nice and straight, no deviations
Sometimes it’s not so easy to stem the flow
cork the gush of a leaking pipe
on the days it runs away with you
or you run away with it
(Just me? Tell me you do it too)
But it’s at those times that you just
gotta hang on tight, trust it and go
and I did; I rode the tidal wave
too often got caught in the rip tide
of course I did, how about you?
Maybe I got carried away at times
seduced into big ideas and
red carpet moments at the end
of a yellow brick road
following a trail of black diamonds
Either way it led me here
to the beginning, where all still glitters
but it’s not gold I’m panning for
(they reserve that for the fools)
just the riches I found on my journey
I wrote this poem today especially for dVerse Poets Open Link Night #52 – marking one whole year since this wonderful poetry community came together to share and celebrate each others talent. I only jumped on the calender in recent months, but I have grown and learned more in my time participating than I have in any other year. Joining in with dVerse has gifted me with riches by opening my mind, my heart and my creativity. Thanks Natasha, Brian, Claudia and the rest of the team for encouraging me to go with that flow and ride the wave to this point. I look forward to more!
Love this jaunty insight into a personal journey! But the constant digs questioning the reader, daring an association, are priceless!
A lovely tribute to a stellar community.
The passing of days and the countdown of the calendar is a rich poetic topic. I once wrote a poem about the October days falling off the calendar too fast, like the leaves.
We never know how far we can go, unless we try. I’ve made so many mistakes on my path but, making them and the pain felt from them is what teaches those all important lessons. Great piece and a lovely dedication to that great group at dVerse.
This is a lot of fun, and very sharp writing as well. Time is what we make of it, and the journey isn’t as important as who journeys with you sometimes. Loved it.
jumping fate first is not a bad thing at all…and you have a been a wonderful addition to the pub…glad you found some riches in your journey and i hope to share a few more drinks with you in the pub poet…smiles.
Good piece. Good philosophy.
This is a wise and thoughtful and fun piece – thanks!
“to jump fate first” (where I perked up in the face of the unusual)
“Maybe I got carried away at times
seduced into big ideas and
red carpet moments at the end
of a yellow brick road
following a trail of black diamonds” (where I gave you a standing ovation)
“but it’s not gold I’m panning for
(they reserve that for the fools)
just the riches I found on my journey” (where tears came and I sent you roses)
smiles..glad you jumped and joined that journey…the people are what makes the pub such a special place
I am glad to know and read your posts every week thru D’verse ~
We are lucky indeed to have this community ~
Cheers to you ~
for fate I read feet of course, being in a groove.
It made me think of writing a poem immersed in typoes and see what comes out.
And yes – I’m sure we all have days like that. Nice read.
No typo at all, it was intended to be read as fate but a play on the word to jump in feet first.. because I feel that fate had led me to jump onto the calendar. Thanks
I too have gone down many paths, serking a lark or butterfly of dream. Your poem uses those catch phrases that try to sum up our experience, but which life bursts to show us the riches contained in the well-worn words.
most nifty, indeed!
Beautiful………… Now for the bad news! It won’t be slowing down anytime soon (likely ever) so hold on (and let go)…….. Lovely! ~ Love, Bobbie
Tell me about it! Just left a comment for you along those lines… its lovely though, thanks Bobbie I will do just that! xx
They say that the journey is the destination… and if you stop to unearth the treasures along the way, you will find yourself, at the end of the journ, fabulously rewarded,