i rise
i rise,
above the noise,
that surrounds the rooms of my mind.
i rise,
above the people,
who try to take down my good nature.
i rise,
and i must continue to forge forward.
like the notecards ready to be sent,
like the rain that hits roof on a cloudy night,
like the sun that makes me sweat.
i rise,
above everything.
i stand tall.
Sara R. Vogler is a published poet and writer, originally from Krakow, Poland. Currently living in Washington, DC, her work has ranged from poetry to critical essays. Recently, she has collaborated with her father on a three-piece book featuring work to honor their past. Vogler finds comfort in knowing that her words will someday make a lasting impression on someone's life.
It's great to see another DC-area poet at Whispers, Sara. :) Do you know about the DC Poetry Project?
ReplyDeleteDear Sara, I certainly enjoyed your poem, as it reflects my longings at this very moment, to rise above the mundane and even for a few moments in time, seek for the things of a better. Thanks for sharing your talent.
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Nice poem Sara. We cannot allow life's burdens to rob our peace of mind. When we rise above the storm clouds, the sunshine will burst through sooner or later. ~Chris
ReplyDeleteNice one, Sara. I love the message and style of the poem. Thank you for sharing. Continued blessings!
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For a time, I lived with my grand mother, in a rural area. There was a building next to her house, they called it a smoke house. It had a tin roof. The bedroom I slept in, was at the corner of the house, nearest the smoke house. On rainy nights, I will raise the window, just a little, and take in the sounds of the rain pelting rusty tin. I never listened long, though. As hard as I tried to stay away, it never happened for me. I was out like the proverbial light...
ReplyDeleteSara, your poem encapsulates the strength of character necessary to walk tall when others may be pushing the top of your head toward the ground. It is our strength of character to not be beaten by events beyond our control, and to resist the doldrums through the good nature deep within us. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteSara, your poem encapsulates the strength of character necessary to walk tall when others may be pushing the top of your head toward the ground. It is our strength of character to not be beaten by events beyond our control, and to resist the doldrums through the good nature deep within us. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful thoughts, Sara! I am touched by your very positive attitude. May you always stand tall! Take care and all the best. // paul
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