Tumble Into Blue by Niamh Clune
would that I were sure-footed,
not stumble, fall for you,
be exposed on craggy precipice,
tumble into blue.
would the wind might carry me,
to distant, silky shore
hold my heart tenderly
breaking it no more.
then would I dance lightly,
arabesque with perfect poise
never lose my sure-footing
never hear the noise
of pulsing rivered life-blood
coursing through my veins
as fool, I step off madly
to break my heart again.
copyright 2013 Niamh Clune
About Dr Niamh
When I was a little girl (a very, very long time ago), I used to love learning new, really big words like ‘discombobulate’. As I grew, my love of words grew too, until I loved them so much, I could not stop writing them down.
One day, as I was scribbling a particular word, a very peculiar thing happened. The word shouted at me, “Stop! Don’t put me there!” As you can imagine, I was shocked and nearly fell off my chair. When I recovered somewhat, I said to the word, “Could you stop shouting, please? I am not used to it.”
Can you guess what happened next? No! I thought not. The word said, “I might be small, but I will misbehave if you do not use me properly. I will not tell the story you would like me to tell. I will say something entirely different!”
I dropped my pen. I hoped that by dropping my pen, the word would stop talking. Alas! It did not. It carried on chitterchobbling, even after the ink had dried. I was in a pickle. I could not allow my words to run away with my story, now could I?
I don’t know about you, but when this sort of thing happens, there is only one thing left to do if you prefer not to spend your time arguing. “Very well,” said I. “I will do as you ask if you will just be quiet and allow me to concentrate.”
Since that day, I have been paying special attention to every word I invite into my stories. After all, a story should say exactly what it means to say and not be led astray.
With love from Dr. Niamh,
Ph.D in Learning Through The Imagination and Founder of Dr Niamh Children's Books. www.drniamhchildrensbooks.com
So much a part of being human, being ever the heart’s fool.
Many thanks for your kind comment, Shawn.
Sincerely love this poem Niamh. This says so very much in so few words. Yes, this one speaks volumes!
Dear DiAnne, thank you for all your support.
Beautifully written Niamh. You have the true poet’s eye.. xx Hugs xx
How lovely to see you here, Lord David. You are very welcome indeed.
You are an awesome poet Dr. Clune! 😀
OH! My Goodness. What a compliment. Thank you, Erik.
Oh, my, I am remiss in discovering this poem has traveled. Before sleep I extend my hand to guide you on this high precipice to the awaited dance. No falling into the abyss on my watch, my friend. You shall have your hearts desires met, not broken in the end. Good Night, “parting is such sweet sorrow”… Thought I would be a touch cute at the end of my comment. I do love this poem but oh, the height. But what a view. a.l. jk jennifer 🙂
many thanks my friend. All my poems will end up here somehow.
I love that idea. Perfect symmetry. 😎 jk