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Leap Day

February 29, 2016

A light-hearted poem for Leap Day, also incidentally my Gill grandfather‘s birthday. The third line refers especially to him – this was his advice to me. Architect, author, musician, WW1 survivor, watercolourist and violin-maker, he would have been 136 today. Oh, and he was left-handed.

Gills 1957

Leap Year

This is a year to leap at every chance
catch the new day in both hands
put your all into all you make
dance till you ache

this is a year to leap clear of the past
the buried hurt and the hope long-lost
the locked box of regret
forget all that

this is a year to leap into deep water
hold your breath and come up with treasure
come up alive and gasping
come up laughing

this is the year for a leap of imagination
the year for celestial navigation
the year to finish the book
to leap before you look

 

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3 Comments leave one →
  1. Mary permalink
    February 29, 2016 9:11 pm

    I love this xx

  2. Jane Paterson permalink
    February 29, 2016 11:14 pm

    Thank you Ama for that very life enhancing poem. I shall print it large and use it as a daily mantra! Hope the cough continues to improve. Love Jane

    Sent from my iPad

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