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Risk taking is free
To laugh is to risk appearing the fool
To weep is to appear sentimental
To reach out for another is to risk involvement
To expose feelings is to risk exposing yourself
To place your ideas, your dreams before the crowd
is to risk their lossTo love is to risk not being loved in return
To hope is to risk despair
To try is to risk failure
But the greater hazard in life is to risk nothing,
They may avoid suffering and sorrow,
but they simply cannot
learn,feel,change,grow or love
chained by certitudes, they are slaves
who have forfeited freedom.Only a person who risks is Free
Christina Henry
Doesn’t even rhyme.
How about..
They run far too fast,
they go like the clappers.
And some of the field
will end up at the knackers.Ok, doesn’t rhyme either but better than that sentimental old gunk.
The trouble is racehorses are slaves, so it nullifies the anthropomorphic conclusion.
Don’t think it’s trying to be anthropomorphic; isn’t it more about us than the horses [not very good with poetry]? Anyway, we’re all slaves in one way or another, it’s not just horses.
very good yeats, ignore rich.
We artists are always misunderstood. I’m wounded but I shall continue to take breathtaking risks with my poetry. You’ll come to revere me when I’m dead.
Burns would have said
Coming doon the straight and passed the gate you could a covered them wae a blankit.
But in the end comin roon the bend a few they couldnae tankit
As they leapt the last the thing look passed but then there wis nothin init
But awe the time a grey so fine new he was gonny winnit
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