I didn’t feel like shilling for any of my books today, so here’s a poem. It’s an older poem, so I may have posted it before, but that’s as may be.
DEFINITION OF AN ABSTRACT TERM
by Marian Allen
When egg-blue spring sits caged
in Winter’s barest boughs,
that’s Hope.
It lives
not opposite despair, but at its heart –
at the apogee of agony –
has vanished,
when the happy outcome buds and blooms.
Soft turf and juicy greenness–
where’s the pain in that?
Forsythia spikes unyielding
in sepia armorplate….
Earth waits, frozen steel
slick with filmy mud-melt.
That’s Hope.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: What signals or defines hope to your main character?
MA
Dan Antion
March 19, 2017 at 9:06amNo main character, but each sunrise gives me hope.
Marian Allen
March 19, 2017 at 9:23amThat’s a useful perception, Dan. Unfortunately, I’m more in the Dorothy Parker mold: “What fresh hell is this?”
Joey
March 20, 2017 at 6:43pmThat’s lovely. The pips were early so I feel like I’ve been let in on a huge secret. 🙂
Deborah
March 20, 2017 at 8:46pmThank God for poets and writers cause I can find the words to express how I’m feeling!
This is lovely!
Marian Allen
March 21, 2017 at 8:39amThank you, Deborah! You make me very happy.