Hope
took my hand
gentle the lash of sorrow
hung so long by peg
from back of door
becoming cloak
before long, unable to discern color
this monochrome grief bird
pecking holes in resolve
walk a mile in anyone’s shoes
feel their ache dye the price
the shivering of sound
bricks cast in tears
yellow is today
the door stands open
what of it?
outside first oleander fall
petals mixed with grass
studying full sky
swollen in accumulation
as we smile unbidden
collapsing our pinned ideals
inside our skirts
as we hike them higher
to avoid water mark
The wings of hope are very wide…when you ride on them, all sorrows fly away and merge into the clouds. What we need is the faith in hope and positive thoughts, which can melt mountains of darkness. Stay blessed!
So beautiful. 💖 💖
Lovely mediation on daring to hope.
*meditation 🙂 Getting close to my bedtime.
Lovely, but most of all… it strikes a familiar chord within my soul. The sign of true poetry. <3
More beautifully imagery and the courage to hope
Life
Wonderful words!
Thank you so much!
Beautiful! I’m amazed with your excellent writing skills. Keep it up! X
Thank you very much that is lovely to say and especially from a mermaid 😉 xoxo
I like to jump in puddles !
Me too!!! But those floods you got? Not so much!
The flood puddles are a just too big for jumping in. Then don’t splash and splatter properly
True. I recall ones in the Lake District that were like mini-lakes you could see the grass underneath it was a fairy world quite beautiful – here’s hoping this year is not as wet for you as it was a bit awful last year but you got through it.
We need the rain again. Just not buckets of it.