In moments of despair, my hope is not that thing with feathers. That sort of hope is far too buoyant, too high, too perky to be seen or heard. My hope is that thing with scales.
Oh my how things can change in a short time, and our world can go from cheery to bleak and back again. First, as others have commented, spectacular writing. Second, it's written a scream against a background of anguish - in which case I offer you an emotional hug, my 'hope' that I'm wrong, and wish you a steady hand at the wheel or at the keyboard until you find a new equilibrium.
But life is like that, is it not? I can change right before our eyes and we feel without control, and nice people tell us to have hope (fuck them - they don't know what we are going through or how we feel) so I'll offer 'ear, shoulder, a call or note' whatever might be helpful in anyway - you only need ask.
Your imagery is powerful and moving. This poem really moved me. I know this feeling also and I am grateful you have a way with words to express it. I’m also so thankful for dear Tock for as that necessary scratch you have to tend to. I love you.
First of all, what a beautiful and brilliant poem. Second, what an adorable and beautiful picture of Tock. And lastly, my sorrow at this difficult time mirrors yours and I send you all my love.
A vivid, but unusual picture of hope.
Everything is unusual these days.
I'm glad. it's really wonderful. I could see a whole book grow from these images.
Just saw this. Beautiful. Deep. Powerful. Hope can be daunting.
Thank you so much for your kind words. Daunting is the perfect way to describe it!
How poignantly written! A different writing than usual that I absolutely adore and resonate with! 💕
Thank you so much, Nadia! I'm glad it strikes a chord with you.
Oh my how things can change in a short time, and our world can go from cheery to bleak and back again. First, as others have commented, spectacular writing. Second, it's written a scream against a background of anguish - in which case I offer you an emotional hug, my 'hope' that I'm wrong, and wish you a steady hand at the wheel or at the keyboard until you find a new equilibrium.
But life is like that, is it not? I can change right before our eyes and we feel without control, and nice people tell us to have hope (fuck them - they don't know what we are going through or how we feel) so I'll offer 'ear, shoulder, a call or note' whatever might be helpful in anyway - you only need ask.
Mark
Thanks, Mark. Change is the operative word here, and it truly gives me hope that soon things will be changing for the better!
Your imagery is powerful and moving. This poem really moved me. I know this feeling also and I am grateful you have a way with words to express it. I’m also so thankful for dear Tock for as that necessary scratch you have to tend to. I love you.
I know you know this too, Melissa. Thanks so much for your kind words.
Wow! Very dark. For me, hope is a wonderful thing called "hubby."
Yep, I took a dark turn this month. Here's to a more hopeful outlook next time!
There comes a darkness in our lives
And through it all our hope long strives
For in the distance shines the Sun
A time of lightness soon begun!
Beautifully said. I feel this too.
Thanks, Amy. It's nice to know I'm not alone.
How can I relate to this inspirational poem? It mirrors my own. Thank you.
Thanks so much for reading (and relating), Lisa.
First of all, what a beautiful and brilliant poem. Second, what an adorable and beautiful picture of Tock. And lastly, my sorrow at this difficult time mirrors yours and I send you all my love.
Thanks, Suzy. Writing it made me feel a little bit better.