Taste of the hope which springs eternal
though it flows in caverns deep within
an earth bent low beneath the weight
of its yearning for the wild beyond
And here in its hidden places we wait
wondering at what might answer the call
Better lost in shadow than shaped by the light
this world spinning in darkness
cloaked in endless solitude
as all together our eyes fall into the abyss
and the abyss stays silent and averts its gaze
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Usually I like to include a little message here, or a question for my readers. But I really don’t know what to say anymore.
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Image by Janet Herman from Pixabay
Love the image of the last line.
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Thank you! Glad you enjoyed it, cheers (:
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Love the line “Better lost in shadow than shaped by the light” Well done!
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Thanks so much! Cheers (:
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I don’t either…
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I look forward to your little messages at the end of each poem. Your poetry is so deep and then it’s a little back to reality. Please continue.
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We can all use some hope these days.
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Agreed!!
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I have cried after each poem I have written in my lifetime. And I have now cried after reading this poem. Brilliant and beautiful.
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Wow, I’m glad it connected (: cheers!
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As long as we hold onto it, Hope cannot be killed. We must surrender it before it will die.
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