….and so, I decided to swing
going higher with each pass
not daring to look below or aroundchoosing to see the wood for the trees
using crosswinds to propel me
ever closer towards my dreamsafter all….it’s what you see that counts, isn’t it?
©Vivian Zems
dVerse– Septets for dVerse’ Anniversary
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July 20, 2018 at 12:03 am
That picture fits this poem about swinging. I like the idea of seeing the wood for the trees.
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July 20, 2018 at 7:09 am
Thanks Frank!
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July 20, 2018 at 12:21 am
“choosing to see the wood for the trees
using crosswinds to propel me
ever closer towards my dreams” …… Lovely
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July 20, 2018 at 7:09 am
Thank you 😊
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July 20, 2018 at 1:55 am
If you don’t see it it’s not there… or is it?? Love the risks in this poem to live life to the full. The picture gives me chills at the thought of swinging out over a cliff!
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July 20, 2018 at 7:04 am
Scary if you look… so better to imagine something else 😊
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July 20, 2018 at 2:08 pm
You are probably right!
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July 20, 2018 at 2:02 am
My son once said “It’s not seeing is believing; it’s believing is seeing.” Your poem reminded me of that.
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July 20, 2018 at 7:03 am
Thank you 😊- I’m glad it brought back memories.
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July 20, 2018 at 3:05 am
kaykuala
after all….it’s what you see that counts, isn’t it?
Exactly Vivian! Only then it will become ‘a dream that comes true!’
Hank
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July 20, 2018 at 7:02 am
Lol! Absolutely 😊
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July 20, 2018 at 7:08 am
I love the way this poem speaks directly to me (and to other readers), Viv! I must go over to the playground and have a swing when nobody’s around so I can find out the answer.
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July 20, 2018 at 7:19 pm
Go on!😃
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July 20, 2018 at 4:18 pm
It’s what you see that counts indeed. Such a positive verse. 🙂
-HA
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July 20, 2018 at 7:19 pm
Thank you 😊
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July 20, 2018 at 6:42 pm
Nice solid poem, but I’m conflicted with the message–for what we see is how we perceive the stimuli, and few of us see the same thing. So I consistently search truth, more data, answers; smile.
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July 20, 2018 at 7:23 pm
Thanks Glenn! I was trying to depict the way I see challenges. Swinging this high up… if I looked, I’d falter. So I put my rose-tinted glasses on … to get me through. A bit of self- delusion perhaps 😂
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July 20, 2018 at 8:47 pm
Nothing wrong with self delusion Vivian. We all need it from time to time. Lovely write, and I love to swing!
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July 20, 2018 at 10:37 pm
Wow, a bit scary swinging out so far and high. Your poem captures the risk and the wood rather than the trees!
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July 21, 2018 at 1:22 am
Lol! Thank you. It is a scary picture!
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July 21, 2018 at 2:27 am
You are very brave to swing higher and higher ~ I say go for it if you want ~
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July 21, 2018 at 2:56 pm
I love the crosswinds.
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July 21, 2018 at 8:33 pm
I love the question at the end.
I read crosswords for crosswinds at first. 🙂
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July 21, 2018 at 8:45 pm
We see dreams in the cloak of night, that counts as well, without vision, the people perish. That is some backyard you have there 🙋🏻♀️
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July 22, 2018 at 11:34 am
Ah …. swing high….what an image you’ve posted here! Both in the illustration and in your words. Keep on swingin’ 🙂 Reach higher and higher……pump….go for it!
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July 22, 2018 at 4:54 pm
Yayy! I’m on my way!
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July 22, 2018 at 11:49 am
Yes indeed! and what you feel.
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July 22, 2018 at 4:54 pm
😊
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