A Strong Rope
12.01.09
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A tug on this string of fate,
signaled a decisive move.
Lessons of life’s taste,
flavors of chances on blissful moods.
Lifting the body up,
from abaca rolled in bundles.
A strength that promised to reach the top,
on an arduous journey, this vertical hurdle.
Hands burnt and blistered,
from frays of loosened spindles.
The zenith of the climb unraveled,
a blind belief defined principle.
Tags: a strong rope, belief, English poem, fate, poetry, struggles
Category: Inspirational Poems.
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Category: Inspirational Poems.
About the author: Zorlone
Zorlone, an anagram of my name. A title fitting to this blog of mine. Words are created every time such as blogs created online. This site will showcase thoughts translated into words. Dream. Create. Inspire.
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Congratulations on completing your NaNoWriMo project Z!
looks like your ‘strong rope’ and determination has brought you to your success
That’s true, Roy. Strong Rope is perhaps a metaphor for Doc Z’s NaNoWriMo achievement. Sure he’s got his hand blistered, burned but at the end he emerged victorious! I wonder though how many hours of siesta did our good friend forgo to meet his writing goal? Ahehehe
man this was high on imagery, a fantastic poem, felt as if I was there, you can write, keep at it..:)
Doc, you just keep getting better and better, if that’s possible. Your poems blow me away! Is English your first language? If not, you blow me away even more!
A great poem of struggle and success. Life is not always kind and fate is something we are not all prepared for.
Thanks Roy,
A strong did its job, if it didn’t I could still use it in another way… LOL (whip)
Z
Actually, I didn’t miss too much siesta time. I made it a point to sleep before I write, Jan.
Z
Thanks Billy,
Glad you found it. I hope you keep coming back.
Z
I would like to say, yes, but Filipino is my first language and it was only through writing poetry that I learned to use it imaginatively.
Of course, there is Jena who helped me with blogging and taught me to write better poems, plus Holly, who I chat most of the time.
Oh, that was a rhetorical question. Ooops.
Thank you!
Z
Sire,
That was very profound… I do hope to catch your next poem.
Z
Indeed, perseverance and persistence always pay off. Congrats on the NaNoWrimo, way to go!
I can relate Doc Z, remember my Urbanathlon Run? I had a wall climb there
Another fascinating poem doc z. A big huray for you doc z! and standing oblation … oops ovation pala. hehehe!
My biggest fear is that of heights. I’ve always avoided climbing any structure more than 4 floors high. The strong rope is the only thing I would hang on firmly for dear life.
I do believe I have been asleep to have not seen this until today. Another wonderful picture painted by your words.
This is something that I’ve been through with my health challenges. Your words spoke to me on that level.
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Gosh this was so good — exactly reinforcing in me why I am too much of a wimp — or too “pragmatic”
not to do that kind of climbing. Well, I mean the burning and blistered hands — signifying only art of the great physical pain, that makes me a wimp.
Yet, there is great triumph in this poem and I applaud it AND the rock slope.
Super photo too!!
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Jena,
Thank you and I really wanted to finish it and I did. Whoa!!! Maybe another round next year?
Z
Madz,
Yep, I remember, your list is getting to look like a portfolio. Go for the 50k and 100k.
Z
Jhong,
The rope is the embodiment of our fate, perseverance, and drive to reach our goal. So, I’ll lend you my rope if you need it man.
Z
Gem,
I was about to quote a line from the animation that I’ve been watching about fear of heights, but I thought not to show the nerdiness here. hehehe.
We could all use a strong rope Gem.
Z
Anne,
Thank you for the kind words, I love to sleep. I think I write well after a good night’s (even a siesta) rest.
Z
Hi Connie,
I am glad that I reached you too. We are always faced with challenges and our ropes are destined to keep us safe and secured.
Z
Janine,
That was one of the coolest comments I have read. Forgiv me for being late in my own blog LOL. Nah, Don’t say that you are a wimp, we are humans and we feel pain, and a blistered hand can only hold on for a time and it would eventually slip, of course, not without a good fight to stay hanging on the edge.
Thank you.
Z