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4 December 2011

Being Super

I am not
the small, lone girl who
runs and jumps
on her lawn.
I am strong: beyond hurt. I
am power now. Me.

My cloak floats
out from my shoulders.
One leap and
I fly high,
up, up and AWA-A-A-A-Y — oh yes,
I am Superman!

Submitted for dVerse Poetics - going Comic challenge. (The form is a double shadorma.)

 Published in BEYOND THE DARK ROOM, 2012
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17 comments:

  1. Brian Miller4 December 2011 at 11:33

    smiles....i like that we are more than can be seen in just a glance...and finding that power within ourselves...that is special to me...

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  2. Anonymous4 December 2011 at 13:12

    I did some of the same stuff but imagined I was--I don't know--a tap dancer. (Ha.) Enjoyed this! K.

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  3. barbara4 December 2011 at 17:08

    Especially the second. I was a singer, not a flier, but pretty much the same.

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  4. Claudia4 December 2011 at 20:17

    that's what i love about children...they can be anything at anytime..we lose some of this when we grow up...

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  5. Dave King4 December 2011 at 20:31

    I used to be that! Go on being the eternal child. It's what we were meant for.

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  6. John (@bookdreamer)4 December 2011 at 20:48

    Fly to the heights and never crash...

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  7. Rosemary Nissen-Wade5 December 2011 at 00:13

    Glad it struck a chord with you, folks. :)

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  8. kaykuala5 December 2011 at 00:20

    A flying man has always been a favorite fantasy for youngsters. Me too! Beautiful verse!

    Hank

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  9. Other Mary5 December 2011 at 00:24

    What a wonderful poem! You're my hero Rosemary! Nice to 'meet' you!

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  10. Maude Lynn5 December 2011 at 02:20

    I immediately thought of my little girl. Love this.

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  11. Jenne' R. Andrews 5 December 2011 at 05:11

    A lovely and poignant take on the prompt, Rosemary-- thanks so much for stopping by my place. xxxxj

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  12. Lisa5 December 2011 at 11:47

    I love this one too!

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  13. Rosemary Nissen-Wade7 December 2011 at 13:00

    Thank you all for these wonderful comments!

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  14. Laurie Kolp10 December 2011 at 15:07

    This is definitely my favorite!

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  15. Rosemary Nissen-Wade12 December 2011 at 07:29

    I'm so glad, Laurie! :)

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  16. Mary13 December 2011 at 09:43

    It's a bird, it's a plane, it's Rosemary. I always enjoyed Superman a lot. He was my hero.

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  17. Rosemary Nissen-Wade13 December 2011 at 10:03

    I always wanted to BE the heroes. (When I wasn't Superman I was Robin Hood or D'Artagnan.)

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