I’m on the verge of something great
I try to fly but problems stand on my capeI’m on the edge of an unknown precipice
So high in the sky, clouds- I almost kissIf God should push me off the side of this cliff
I’d spread my wings, without a ponder of ‘what-ifs’I’m on the verge of something great
awaiting instructions, face turned to my fate
©Vivian Zems (#heroic couplets)
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March 29, 2018 at 2:05 pm
Beautiful poem. Well done!
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March 29, 2018 at 2:48 pm
Perhaps this is what life is… the edge of something greater that we can’t fathom… and we are waiting for life to quite stepping on our cape! Love it!
dwight
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March 29, 2018 at 6:40 pm
I’m inclined to agree with Dwight.
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March 29, 2018 at 4:08 pm
Something great is on the way!!!
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March 29, 2018 at 5:17 pm
Nothing like an eager dose of pure optimism! By the way, I love the picture on your side bar of the figure with its head and book reversed.
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March 29, 2018 at 6:07 pm
let’s hope that cape can hold the air!
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March 29, 2018 at 7:02 pm
A good topic for heroic couplets, Viv!
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March 29, 2018 at 7:13 pm
I love that “awaiting instructions”. They will come, for certain.
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March 29, 2018 at 9:14 pm
Ahhh flight – the anticipation is glorious.
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March 29, 2018 at 9:27 pm
love this precipice feeling in the repeat lines
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March 29, 2018 at 9:43 pm
pithy!!! I like it
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March 30, 2018 at 12:00 am
I love this! Perfect with the picture!
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April 5, 2018 at 10:00 am
Thank you😊
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March 30, 2018 at 2:05 am
your poetry juskeeps getting better and better.
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April 5, 2018 at 10:01 am
Coming from you – the highest compliment 😆
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March 30, 2018 at 4:39 am
We’re always on the verge of something truly great, we only need to gather enough courage to let go. Great poem.
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March 31, 2018 at 6:55 am
Thank you!😊
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March 30, 2018 at 7:38 am
The fear on that edge… we do need to dare in the end.
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March 31, 2018 at 6:55 am
Absolutely. .
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March 30, 2018 at 1:17 pm
Jump. You’ll fly.
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April 5, 2018 at 10:01 am
Absolutely! 😊
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March 30, 2018 at 8:37 pm
I do love this💜💜💜💜
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March 30, 2018 at 11:07 pm
thank you 🙂
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March 31, 2018 at 7:57 am
This is just fabulous, Vivian. That feeling of expectation, of being on the brink of something, and spiced with a little humour. Love it.
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April 3, 2018 at 12:42 am
Thanks Sarah! 😊
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March 31, 2018 at 1:35 pm
That’s why Edna Mode declared “No capes!” You need to leave behind anything that keeps you from flying, even if you thought it might be helpful at the start.
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April 5, 2018 at 9:14 am
So true Rommy 😊
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April 1, 2018 at 3:22 am
On the edge, waiting for a push. I enjoy this one.
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April 2, 2018 at 1:48 am
Thanks, Ali 🙂
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April 1, 2018 at 3:44 pm
Leap, I say. Why wait until the pushing comes?
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April 2, 2018 at 1:47 am
Precisely!
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