Open Poetry #47 |
Hopefulness |
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Like a thunderbolt the silence came from out the sky to deafen me to turmoil, strife, and clash of swords between the enemies of peace. Amidst the air that stuck within I savoured so the feel of it and felt it slowly, surely, peel the air from lungs that couldn't breathe. But muscles taut refused the call to sink into oblivion and held their stance like the stalwart until the break of dawn. Dawn broke, it did; it surely does and 'tis the creep of sun's good rays that infiltrates the night's foray with brand new hopefulness. Hopefulness? Oh, yes, indeed; it's a gift open, unwrapped, to place upon my mantle-piece from this day forward until death! Helen / 4 May 2011 |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Keep that mantle piece dusted and shining. ~ I went to a restaurant that serves "breakfast at any time" / I ordered French Toast during the Renaissance. ~ |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Will do, Jerry, even if it kills me! |
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Word Weaver Member
since 2011-03-06
Posts 437California, USA |
Wonderful poem Helen, as are all of yours. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Dawn is a beautiful synonym for hopefulness. Another enlightening work from you, dear Helen! Love, Margherita |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thanks, Marcia and Margherita. Sometimes the slices of life are hard to swallow so I just spit them out in words and see what I'm left with. In this case hopefulness. Not a too bad residue. Love Helen |
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