Tag: hope

Hope

If hope should have small penguin wings,
We’d doubt how well it flies.
We want perspective on what’s true
To filter out the lies.

Alternatively, we may feel
It’s wings are fit to soar.
No matter what we think we know
We’ll trust that it knows more.

That’s why we let the present be.
Hope may fly through gray,
But when we know we’re good and lost
We hope and find some way.

Text: Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. Jill Lyman is hosting asking for a response poem. This poem is a response to Emily Dickinson’s “Hope is the thing with feathers”.

Photo: “This bird knows I’m watching it”, above, and “I don’t blame this bird for flying off”, below.

I don't blame this bird for flying off
I don’t blame this bird for flying off

Cloudiness

Circling rain from hurricane
Leaks through the wrecked roof.
Only hope can drain:
Up comes wavy proof
Drowning the dry place
In torrential waste.
Nightmares blocking bliss
End with fear and pain.
Sink with thoughts of only this.
Sink in wet of wider rain.

Linked to dVerse Quadrille Monday hosted by Bjorn using the word “bliss”. I am thinking of Hurricane Harvey.  The poem also represents the “acrostic” form which I plan to use for this Thursday’s dVerse form prompt.
Photo: “Cloudiness” by the author linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with theme “A Cloudy Configuration”.

Butterfly Feeling

In Spring the heart-throb butterfly
Makes lovers stop to touch and sigh
While others watch them passing by
Excited without asking why.

Though it may be a silly thing
When butterflies are fluttering
It’s better than what Winters bring
When frozen hope lacks warmth to sing.

Linked to dVerse Open Link Night hosted by Grace.
Photo: “Flowers in a Pot” by the author

Flood

I’d rather be up here somewhere
Than in that river rushing on,
Dissolving tears without a care
And draining hope till it has gone.

With hope removed, sent off to sea,
The body stumbles far behind,
Soon mindless without misery,
A plaything for some nymph to find.

Linked to dVerse Poetics hosted by Paul Dear with the theme “The River”.

Hide and Seek

My intuition’s been off-cue
Slipping on fresh stress.
It should have had a cleaner view,
Not made, but dodged, this mess.
Deep paths entangle. Hope gets through.
Some guiding pebbles show.
I’ll seek if I may hide with you.
Those demons need not know.

Written for dVerse Quadrille #20 using the prompt “cue”.

Image: Frank Hubeny, “Left Turn”

As Despair Grew Weary of Despair

Once upon a time in a wood
Where a brook flowed and ancient trees stood
It was dark with despair
Then a rose blossomed there
Through its thorns bringing hope where it could.

Written for the Limerick Challenge Week 24: Once Upon a Time.

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