. “The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.” –Nelson Mandela
Though the graveyards are full
and the city dumps are full
and my mind is so full
that thoughts cause me to stumble
I fall
and then I rise
When uncertainty embraces chaos
and days end with jagged edges
and crystal balls smash
into a million pieces
I fall
and then I rise
© Vivian Zems
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December 2, 2019 at 11:01 pm
There’s no denying those ragged edges can cut deep. But you can’t deny the joy in rising again either.
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December 2, 2019 at 11:09 pm
Amen to that!
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December 2, 2019 at 11:17 pm
Such joy in the rising!
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December 2, 2019 at 11:51 pm
Vivian, for some reason your “comments are closed” on your Quadrille post.
Also, this one is lovely, as well. 🙂
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December 3, 2019 at 11:57 am
Thank you! I’ve fixed the comments issue now😊
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December 3, 2019 at 12:04 am
Rising in spite of jagged edges and smashed crystal takes incredible strength …. I enjoyed your poem.
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December 3, 2019 at 12:33 am
I like the idea of the crystal ball smashing. We can’t see into the future, only that we will rise to meet it.
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December 3, 2019 at 1:31 am
That is the secret, to get up every time. Let’s hope we always have the strength to do so.
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December 3, 2019 at 12:00 pm
Amen!
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December 3, 2019 at 2:38 am
Inspiring!
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December 3, 2019 at 3:11 am
I feel the up and down, inflating and deflating of this. I felt the jagged edges and smash in my gut.
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December 3, 2019 at 11:59 am
Thanks Colleen!
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December 3, 2019 at 3:26 pm
“and then [we] rise”, indeed! And that, my dear friend, is the heart and center of living, methinks.
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December 5, 2019 at 2:57 pm
Absolutely!
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December 3, 2019 at 6:45 pm
This is as strong as “Still I Rise by Maya Angelou” Lovely work
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December 3, 2019 at 9:20 pm
Thank you 🙏🏽
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December 4, 2019 at 9:32 am
In this world, today, this is all we can do — bear, and break, then rise. And this poem sings of faith which manages to keep rising and believing and singing.
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December 5, 2019 at 9:36 am
Spot-on Brendan! Thank you 🙂
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