I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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10 September 2017

Sevenling (Hope is the other side)

Hope is the other side of despair,
hope is the helpless cousin to prayer,
hope is what's left when nothing else is there.

I want to turn it into intention,
I want to transform it into action,
or better, use it in advance as prevention.

But sometimes there is only rage and blame.


Written for Poems of Garden Gnomes (a sevenling on hope).
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4 comments:

  1. Sherry Blue Sky10 September 2017 at 03:27

    We hang onto hope when it is all we have left. A wise poem, my friend.^

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  2. Anonymous10 September 2017 at 11:00

    A wonderful poem and a great lesson

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  3. Unknown11 September 2017 at 14:23

    hmmm i was a bit scared to read this but no i will stick with positivity always

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    1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade11 September 2017 at 18:11

      So will I really – but sometimes we have to acknowledge what else is there so as to clear it. Also I believe 'hope' is too passive and wishy-washy to be much use. Give me intention and action every time!

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