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One’s soul can be found
in far-reaching heights
where the silence of the wind
drowns out
the dream-crushing cry
of “Impossible!”
In loneliness
so sublime it sings
one achieves perfect
perception of what is . . .
indeed . . .
possible.
One step towards
the unknown
brings us one breath closer
to a world
where dreams exist
and everything is possible.
Fear of haphazard gusts
or the fragility
of standing near the edge
doesn’t stop the
reality
of achieving
the impossible.
Each agonized step
forces unused muscles to dream
and ignore
faceless voices that say
“You can’t!”
“You won’t!”
“No!”
The end reveals true
possibility
Sep 25, 2012 @ 08:00:05
Inspiring and wonderfully written.
Sep 25, 2012 @ 11:26:02
Is everything possible at the end? Or does it simply cease to matter? Do the things that really matter somehow come to the fore?
Food for thought.
Sep 25, 2012 @ 14:36:01
I suppose there are some things that are truly impossible, but a change of perspective can make even those things possible. Or, as you suggest, your priorities simply change and other things matter in a new way.
Sep 25, 2012 @ 11:28:08
Very well written, Lisa. This is just what I needed to read tonight.
Sep 25, 2012 @ 14:34:51
I’m glad. Thanks for reading and commenting.
Sep 25, 2012 @ 11:41:06
When briefly I lived on the Malvern Hills I realised the truth of what you say so beautifully: that one’s soul can be found in far-reaching heights.
Sep 26, 2012 @ 12:33:28
Thank you Anna. You were lucky to learn that.
Sep 25, 2012 @ 13:13:19
Inspiring, Lisa. Sometimes we think that things look so impossible because we’ve tried to figure them out 100 times before with no success. Yet, that possibility does exist and your poem sings it way into Hope. Thank you.
Sep 25, 2012 @ 14:34:24
I’m trying really hard to believe that anything is possible, even though things may turn out to look a little different than you dreamed.
Sep 25, 2012 @ 14:35:16
Yes, that’s exactly it. Things just end up looking different–and maybe more what our deeper soul wants. Maybe?
Sep 25, 2012 @ 14:36:55
I don’t know if we will recognize that until we can look back and say, “This is the life I lived, and this is what it meant.”
Sep 25, 2012 @ 13:24:14
I love the rhythm of possible – impossible – possible in this poem.
Sep 25, 2012 @ 14:33:39
Thank you so much. It was difficult to rhyme “possible” even though I tried, so I decided repetition worked better.
Sep 25, 2012 @ 14:01:10
I haven’t done this one yet. Eek. I’m dizzy just looking at that picture! Great job with your poem. I like the strength and power behind your words.
Sep 25, 2012 @ 14:33:01
I debated the option to write about vertigo.
I’m glad you found strength and power in my words.
Sep 25, 2012 @ 17:40:38
GOD! I love this poem, Lisa! LOVE IT! Where is that LOVE button when I need it?
Hugs,
Kathy
Sep 25, 2012 @ 20:02:30
Thank you, Kathy.
Sep 26, 2012 @ 00:16:06
The Possible vs. The Impossible — sometimes it feels like the two are in a never-ending battle all around us (as well as inside.) I’m only feeling a little of the hopeful side of that fight just now, but I’m glad you’re feeling it enough to write poetry about it. May the bright side grow ever brighter for you.
Sep 26, 2012 @ 07:11:30
I wish the same for your. Some days hope is harder to believe in.
Sep 26, 2012 @ 08:47:03
Hi Lisa, you have a really interesting background (I went to Amherst by the way, near Smith!) since you’re a writer, are you interested in fiction? as a writer, editor and former writing professor, I’ve started a FB writing workshop group:
https://www.facebook.com/groups/Sandraswritingworkshop/
Sep 26, 2012 @ 10:08:39
Yay for the five college system! I am indeed interested in writing fiction I am about 50,000 words into my current fiction project.