Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

My Dawn Wall

on January 16, 2015

Climbers standing on pedestals of microscopic toe-holds
Inched upward toward the summit.
Finger’s skin scraped and torn bloody,
Spirits strong they reached their goal.
Drank sparkling wine, hugged loved ones.

Still standing on the heights
Climbers spoke to us who watched.
Hoped their assent inspires, prompts us to recall their feat
So that when we meet our own Dawn Wall one day
We’ll draw on strengths unknown within and persevere.

I think I’ve been acquainted long with my Dawn Wall.
It seems to never end. I pull and tug with obstacles
Small and insignificant. A victory is nothing to proclaim.
And yet I climb again. I solve my task and add the gain to my accumulated wisdom and rejoice.
Dawn Walls can be measurements of how we manage day by day.

14 responses to “My Dawn Wall

  1. Silver Threading says:

    Well done. I was excited for the climbers to make the top also. Many years of planning and hard work! ❤

  2. You write with great passion , just love your poems , the last stretch is hard but also worth the reward , in the last verse the reward is not as visible as the sparkling wine maybe we should learn to applaud our efforts weekly and have that sparkling wine after all the dawn wall that is climbed daily can be a lot harder to keep climbing than that first one. Wonderful poetry , look forward to your posts each time I visit they recharge the batteries and make me thirst for adventure.

    Kind Regards Kathy.

    • vivachange77 says:

      Thanks is not enough to say in response. I hadn’t thought of my poetry as passionate. I know that when I feel something strongly and want to write about it, I can be confident the words will come. I appreciate your giving me a name for this. About the champagne – I agree that the day to day climb is the hardest and more profound than drinking champagne. I’m so glad my poetry makes you thirst for adventure. For me writing poetry is a new-found adventure that burns quietly like a votive candle at the center of my days.

  3. Beautiful – I can sense the effort, the struggle, the joy of achievement. And I love that phrase in the comment above about poetry being a votive candle at the centre of your days.

  4. The climbing can be difficult and it’s so rewarding to make it higher and higher 🙂

  5. I of July says:

    another very good one 🙂

  6. I like the content of this one, as well as the rhythm.

  7. vivachange77 says:

    Thanks, especially for commenting on the rhythm.

  8. Meredith says:

    Reblogged this on Covey View and commented:
    Vivachange’s poem –

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