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28 October 2015

Leaps of Thought


His is a young mind.
It goes jump, jump, jump, very fast.
Mine is much older. It goes,
‘Hang on, let me take some time.
I need a run-up
to clear this hurdle.’

The surprising part
is that we manage to meet
in the middle somewhere,
ending up at the very same point.
There are ways
we do think alike.


Written for Poets United's Midweek Motif: Animation. 
Inspired by interaction with Surrogate Grandson.
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18 comments:

  1. Susan28 October 2015 at 14:02

    Haha! How I love the directness of the minds speaking, of the physical movement I feel in the meeting!

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  2. Sherry Blue Sky28 October 2015 at 14:12

    LOL. I so relate!!!!! I love this! Same goes for the little kids I look after - they think my sillyness is hilarious........................sort of a level playing field, at this stage of my life, hee hee.

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  3. Old Egg28 October 2015 at 22:05

    Opposites do attract they say. "Vive la difference"

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  4. Sanaa Rizvi28 October 2015 at 22:12

    Lovely - the young and the old may seem different but are similar in more ways than one :D

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  5. Anonymous28 October 2015 at 22:32

    It's wonderful when that meeting happens isn't it!!

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  6. Jae Rose29 October 2015 at 00:52

    Two great minds meeting in the middle - the perfect combination of youth and experience maybe?

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  7. Purba chakraborty29 October 2015 at 03:08

    How beautifully written! This poem was a sheer delight :)

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  8. Anonymous29 October 2015 at 04:47

    Awwww. I love this! Meeting in the middle is wonderful. :)

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  9. Mary29 October 2015 at 07:09

    So very true...there is a definite difference in the way an animated young mind works! Enjoy your time with grandson.

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  10. Myrna R.29 October 2015 at 10:10

    I just got back from a visit with my grandkids. What you write is so true, we do animate each other and meet in the middle somewhere. Love this.

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  11. Victoria29 October 2015 at 16:13

    I like the concept of a "run up to the hurdle." I've always needed that I think, even young.

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  12. Suzy29 October 2015 at 19:21

    Eventually we end up at the same place though we get there in different ways. Love the mind going jump jump jump. Too cute.

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  13. kaykuala29 October 2015 at 23:46

    A generation gap is only a description. If two can synchronize and relate to each other better it may transcend the difference in age and can just work

    Hank.

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  14. Maude Lynn30 October 2015 at 02:26

    I can definitely relate to this!

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  15. Panchali30 October 2015 at 03:58

    Awww...it's easy to relate to this, Rosemary! Thank goodness...the mind meets after a pause! Smiles...
    Lovely!

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  16. Merlin30 October 2015 at 04:58

    That is truly cute. Its nice having a little one around because it keeps you feeling young, or old, depends on your interpretation.

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  17. humbird4 November 2015 at 13:12

    Oh, this is wonderfully animated adventure...

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  18. Intelliblog4 November 2015 at 17:13

    Meeting at the midpoint is wonderful!

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