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Hope
Hope, that old Saint,
A phantom O so faint,
Barely there yet always heard
Almost alive and almost dead
It walks a ghostly moonlit path
Paved of long groans and short mirth
This vagabond from some far off realm
Preaching of a great and beautiful balm
Haunting every sad soul
With visions of being made whole
Whispering to dry white bones
"Rise and carry your bag of stones"
Hope is a heart beating in Life's chest
And so Life herself be Hope's prison at best
The heart beats on without an end
And that is why the prison walls still stand.
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Sat, 2024-09-21 09:23
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Candlewitch
Sat, 2024-09-21 07:40
Dear Words Ablaze,
I very much admire how you have personified Hope! Because they resonate with me, these are my favorite lines:
Haunting every sad soul
With visions of being made whole
Whispering to dry white bones
"Rise and carry your bag of stones"
Good work! *hugs, Cat
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Words Ablaze
Sun, 2024-09-22 04:03
Now that's music to my ears..
Now that's music to my ears...
I'm happy if you are happy. Thanks for reading.
More is coming.
Lavender
Sat, 2024-09-21 16:07
Hope
Beautiful throughout, but the third stanza really moves me. Truly defines hope. I, too, like the personification.
The "it's" in the final line does not need the apostrophe, and I'm not certain about the second line in the last stanza. Is it intended to be "it is" or "its" possessive?
Inspiring poetry!
Thank you,
L
Words Ablaze
Sun, 2024-09-22 03:56
The "it's" in the second line
The "it's" in the second line of the last stanza is as is, an "its".
Hope is a heart beating in life's chest
And so life herself be "it's" prison at best.
Or it can read.. "and so life herself be hope's prison at best.
That's what i meant.
And um glad you like it, you know I questioned if I should add that fourth stanza, I almost just stopped at that one you like but I just wanted to say more I guess
Leslie
Sun, 2024-09-22 11:01
HOPE!
A topic that I most enjoyed. Something we all need. Your descriptive lines are somewhat haunting, but also so is hope!
Our dreams lost! Lost on an ocean of turmoil! Soon a solution will arrive! Until then I will write!
Leslie
Sun, 2024-09-22 11:01
HOPE!
A topic that I most enjoyed. Something we all need. Your descriptive lines are somewhat haunting, but also so is hope!
Our dreams lost! Lost on an ocean of turmoil! Soon a solution will arrive! Until then I will write!
Leslie
Sun, 2024-09-22 11:03
HOPE!
A topic that I most enjoyed. Something we all need. Your descriptive lines are somewhat haunting, but also so is hope!
Our dreams lost! Lost on an ocean of turmoil! Soon a solution will arrive! Until then I will write!