you cannot measure it, I know
nor can you wield like sword or pen
tho fingers long to take, possess
it’s elusive now and then
aspire to greatness, it is gone
turn your back and then it stays
for those out front and thespian types
it dances and it plays
why you so eager, trap and grasp
success within your hand
for those with truly many gifts
never see its feathers fanned
then grasp now to what you will
look at days for all they are
for you much treasure may you see
holding life, a child, shining star
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Today’s prompt at Poet’s United Midweek Motif is success. Is success within your grasp or do you reach for other things???
penned in moon dust 
What a nice rhythm going on in this view on success! I sat there almost tapping my feet to an imaginary beat i had to this in my head hehe.
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glad you heard the beat. I’ve been working with jazz this week so my feet are in that tapping mode.
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Love the poem…the statue of the children at play reminds me of one I recently saw at a winery…same them…hmm…interesting.
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I’m sure. I have seen the artist’s work in many places – a real delight 🙂
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Wonderfully expressed, kiddo! The photo is remarkable…..are they statues? they look so real – and did you photoshop it somehow to get the effect you did? It really has impact.
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The statue is amazing. This place we visit has a series of statues – most children. I did play with the photo some to achieve a focus on their mischievous faces and a sense of motion. Thanks Sherry for always having an encouraging word.
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Wow! I love your unique poem.
I am thinking of Browning suddenly:
“Speak as they please, what does the mountain care?
Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what’s a heaven for? ”
But this doesn’t imitate, it carries the discussion forward:
Not to see success fan out with the audience and applause, but to move on to much treasure beyond. The progression, the driving rhythm, everything says do not stop and rest on yesterday.
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thanks so much for the thoughtful comment. I have to look at that poem by Browning. No we should never stop looking at what is precious – today.
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Beautifully expressed! I like especially the last three lines!
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Lovely specially the ending:
for you much treasure may you see
holding life, a child, shining star
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First.. the image is stunning.. I love what you can do with statues and some creative manipulation. secondly the poem awake such emotions… and yes at the end focusing in what is truly important..
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This is a song for moving on to find greater treasure…love the rhythm….
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Yes, that says it all.
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New subscriber/follower from the #atozchallenge. I’m a minion sister from another mother (AJ’s Hooligans)!
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I love minions!!!
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Love the wonderful rhythm ! very graceful and subtle..the image is so beautiful… 🙂
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The movement in the picture – fantastic in itself- is well captured in the words..like the others I think the final line is stardust..magical
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I want to remember I was a child first….. that’s the best success….
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A measure of trying hard to achieve and partake is already a big success! Rewards are incidental! Nicely mdw!
Hank
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