Thursday
Jun282007
a midnight poem
I unclenched
my fisted
grasp on hope
until the day I sat before you
and asked
a shift
galloping, hope arrives
I steady myself
then spin
inside it
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Reader Comments (11)
I love when poetry weaves images in my head as your poem has done. So touching - so hopeful, yes?
wonderful, wonderful liz!
how do you write like this....sopretty.
I love the line breaks and imagery .. the last stanza is phenomenal! xx, JP
so wonderful .. beautiful :)
Yesss! You capture the feeling of that so aptly.
"galloping, hope arrives"- this is exceptional writing, dear friend.
xo
beautiful.
my fisted/grasp on hope
galloping, hope arrives
such food for thought. thank you.
i love the picture of hope galloping... i think that is exactly how it should enter always!
It is all because of hope...so reflective
*sigh*
beautiful, Liz.