Super Powers
In our wider world of pomp and dollar,
somehow power makes us smaller.
Distracts us from the metaphor
of what a super power’s for.
Those powers we seek In the vast world
wait within us to be unfurled.
In that world we’re given to create,
we hold the key to every gate.
We’re given vision, strength and power
to make a minute of an hour,
to leap ahead or lag behind
in our universe of mind.
I soar the heights. I swim the sea,
and delve the depths to try to free
those powers that I’ve found to be
in that vast space inside of me.
for dverse poets
The inner universe is a vast world indeed…many areas are hidden and waits us to find them..
Nice poem..
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Thanks, Sohair.
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Welcome !
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Vastness is a good word. I have spent a lot of time traveling around your blog today. I started looking for a teenage picture of Patti, which I found. I could get lost on your writing for days, Judy. I never appreciated poetry before you.
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That is so gratifying to hear, Mary. Thanks for that generous share….
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Wanted to also say how interesting it is that coming from the same tiny town, we actually got to know each other through blogging more than 50 years later when we live a thousand miles apart! Now that is a story to tell.
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Freeing the powers inside us is the challenge.
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Beautiful way of telling of the challenges in our mind each day.
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Thanks, Corazon.
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…to make a minute of an hour…Love this line. Oh my yes….that vast space inside of us, our possibilities!
So glad you posted to the prompt!
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Judy
I loved the sentence ‘those powers we seek in the vast world wait within us…’
Very true!
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Where we find them and write about them.
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Thank you, Judy. Keep going. You have a way of expressing what many of us feel.
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Well, that is the greatest compliment. I hope it continues to be true.
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PS. Judy, I’ve always had this secret yearning to write and participate in the bush poetry and yarn-spinning events at my local folk festival. Bush poetry has a very similar cadence to some of your poetry, and the bush poets love to rhyme. It’s often a mix of subversive of humour and subversion. So I’ve got two whole weeks now to get cracking. But now that I’ve started, I can’t get the rhyming out of my head. I hold you personally responsible. 🙂
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Ha!!! Glad to be a good influence for once. I must admit it’s become a sort of curse for me. Not that I’m objecting, but recently as I kept falling into and out of sleep since I had to sleep sitting up due to my cold, constantly rhymes went through my head as I fell to sleep and awakened..Dream images melted into images from the program I fell to sleep listening to, and I was answering with rhymes. It’s like all the different stages of reality were scrambled.
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See, better than drugs. 🙂
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Ha. Had a few of those lately, but I fear antibiotics and diuretics–perhaps there was something in the cough meds??
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True power comes from the inside.
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