Saturday Poem. Taming Improvisation by R A Lovelace. An amazing poem for an amazing weekend. Enjoy your time, Yareah friends!
Taming Improvisation by R A Lovelace.
With a note that I’m assuming
living life is improvised,
from day one of this great journey
I began believing all the lies.
I have to really wonder
if rooftop cries are truly meant
to voice improvised frustration
of tattered plans that we lament.
I endlessly make scribbles
in my attempt to take control
but the slightest change in timing
erases all I think I know.
So I must relate with boldness
while believing I’m in charge
and close my eyes to reason
while I make life’s living large.
Because taming the mighty ‘improv’
while believing it’s unreal
is like holding back a river
with a single apple peel.
No matter how you see it
if you believe the peels a wall
either way you improvise
you’ll still be wet after your fall.
Now some may call this dreaming
or living on the edge
and in some ways they’re thinking’s right
and I’m still standing on a ledge.
So how to tame the improve
is the question of my day
do I just ignore the facts
and go out to always play?
Or do I check round corners
over shoulders, under beds
to see where the next shoe will fall
to wait on life with dread?
I think it may be neither
fear and dread are not the answer
enjoying the adventure
as it comes is life’s enhancer.
So let’s go about our business
be a part of all we can
and love the fact that no matter
life is going to scrap your plan.
Improvisation may not be tamed this way,
it was doubtful after all
but at least we can enjoy it
as we ride the peel over the falls.