I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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Posts may be updated without notice at any time. Completed work appears in my books.

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.)


  1. 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...

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

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

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

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

  6. Fly to the heights and never crash...

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

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


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

  10. I immediately thought of my little girl. Love this.

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

  12. Thank you all for these wonderful comments!

  13. This is definitely my favorite!

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

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