It has been a while …. I recently joined a writing group that uses ‘jump off lines’ from poems to get us writing ‘wild writing’. I plan to post one of these ‘wild writings’ every week and see where it leads.
IT BEGAN WHEN……
It began when I spoke something, something that sounded like a promise,
that tasted both foreign and sincere on my tongue.
It began when there was no doubt your body was dying,
when that promise had to be unearthed, examined, acted upon.
It began when I held your hand and it came time to say goodbye,
the gifts and pain that flowed from that touch.
It began when I went to the shore sobbing,
as a scene played out between a man and his dog.
It was all ‘clothing optional’.
It began when there was no other option but to release, everything,
clothing being the least of it, that first layer easily removed.
It began when attempts to control anything moved forward like a tsunami,
spilling onto ground, exploding into air, inhaled by merciless waves.
It began when you asked me where I was going and I replied
“Wherever my feet take me.”
Yes, that was the moment it really began,
when feet carried me to the edge of a waterfall
Standing, waving to myself as I went over
It was all ‘clothing optional’ beyond that point
wcw october 2021
Wildly and Dangerously Free 
It began with a smile. I really loved it.
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Thank you Bojana….means a lot to me that you enjoyed it.
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Woah! Did she just dive into the water to swim, or to drown, wanting to end it all?!
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Hi Ken….up to the reader to decide 🙂 perhaps she just slipped out of one way of approaching life into another, letting go of any illusion of control
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Nice way of putting it, Janet. At this stage in our lives, friends are taking their leave. Glad you’re writing and posting again.
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Like ‘clothing optional’, your words flowed freely and el naturale
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Thank you very much Ivor, appreciate you reading and commenting.
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I’ve read this many times … each time I find new meaning “at the edge of a waterfall.” Looking forward to your next wild writing post!
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Thank you Marlene, I find new meaning also, even though it started from three actual experiences they became a synergy of one experience. “waving to myself as I went over” 🙂
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I really enjoyed this poem. Contiplating the option of clothing and the many ways we define what covers us. Beutiful!
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Appreciate you taking the time to comment Debra. Taking off that first layer certainly reveals all the other hidden layers beneath.
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