2am. Poem 24. Love and Hope (a senrua)
2am. Poem 24.
Love and Hope (a senrua)
Sisters Love and Hope
are a swift twin tailed comet
wild inside my soul.
Hope.
Good job little one,
you’ve reached this far.
If not for hope;
would you have come through?
Hope, kid, is like the sun
It doesn’t turn it’s back on you.
Even on your darkest hours
it’ll linger as a dim light.
Hope is what you are made of.
You nurture hope, even when you’re unaware
of its existence.
Hope is the song you hear when you’re crying
The guard when you’re at the lowest
The friend in solace
The spark over the night sky.
It was hope that brought me this far.
As I’m penning down the last few sentences
of a challenge I was still unsure
of a fear to stay up all night
of a dedication to complete
of a new world I’ve witnessed
Gratitude, it is, that overwhelms my heart.
“Infectious Giggling”
Hour Twenty-Four Prompt: Hope
Children’s laughter reminds me of hope.
Graduation ceremonies promise hope.
Medical advances allow me hope.
My family gives me hope.
Genuine friends access hope.
I have to reciprocate because the alternative is doom.
Love still occurs.
Then a I hear a child’s contagious laughter and am recharged with a jolt of hope. DMW
Hour Twenty-Four: Wish Against Wish
Vacant eyes, hollowed out,
beneath the pupils, nothing,
living in a war-torn city,
rebuilding too far-off-future,
then you see she’s gone.
I had a friend named Desiree,
desired, desirer, desire,
Sister to longing, daydreaming
the night-long of fame and song,
and wind-blown hair silhouettes.
A wish he once had, only to
love who he touched, touching
how he loved humanity, he loved
me, and hoped only for the best,
a pipe dream’s tuneful beckoning.
Without expectation, aspiration,
goals, and dreams, we trudge
the drudgery, life’s dull trails,
without hope beyond mere living;
Salvation’s well overflows with hope.
Hour 24: Hope
I am optimistic, hopeful that my endeavors are not all in vain
We can never truly predict an outcome, nothing comes with complete certainty
We are not promised nor owed anything
Yet we hope
We hope for things we desire, for best outcomes
Hope is like a wish with faith
I can wish upon a star and hope that it will come true
A wish with some faith but still uncertainty
Yet we hope
Every single day, for so many things
We hope for peace and comfort for ourselves and others
Like a prayer with no particular deity, just a shout into the universe
Regardless of all evidence to the contrary that our hopes are answered
Yet we hope
Because hope is a powerful thing, it inspires action
In ourselves and others, to try, to assist
Even a miracle needs a hand
Wishes are passive, hope is active
An active wish combined with faith
Now that can change the world
At least I hope
That Fluttering Bird, Hour Twenty-Four
That fluttering bird
atop the swaying branches
hope for the new dawn.
twenty-four (untitled)
(another untitled for Candyce)
She is foundation
A time traveler
A “gotcha” wrapped in an “I told you so” wrapped in “WTF”
She ain’t the least bit funny
And she’s fucking hilarious
She is the solution when
you didn’t know there was a problem
She is the assignment understood
Ella es tarde con agave
She is doing the most with never enough
Hi. I’m never enough…
But she said she’ll keep me
A precious as I keep her
#Prompt 24 – 2023
I hope you understand
That I am allowed to do what is best for me sometimes
It is not all about what I can give
What is expected
What good manners dictate
Or what I have done in the past
The older I get
Just occasionally
I need to put me first
So I have the strength to carry on
4 Day begins
Belly rubs before all else
Food prepared then we roam
A morning skip on dewy grass
Relief a romp return to home
This soft warm roommate
Has little choice to share
As morning news brightens
That dark corner there
My many barks may sound good
As I look into her eyes
She twists and turns a furry head
Curiously wondering why
Just like this for weeks and years
We never speak of it ending
As the thought brings tears
Reminding each our time is pending
Hour 14 : With Walt Whitman
Coffee and Conversations with Whitman
Me: Mr. Whitman, what gave you the idea to start writing poetry?
Walt Whitman: My strong ties to people and the environment.
Me: Can you describe the underlying principles of “Leaves of Grass”?
Walt Whitman: It honours the beauty of life and how individuals are related to one another.
Me: What served as the inspiration for “Song of Myself”?
Walt Whitman: Introspection and the idea that people are universal.
Me: As a poet, you have left a huge legacy. Any words of wisdom for aspiring poets?
Walt Whitman advised staying loyal to oneself, writing from the heart, and accepting the complexities of life.
Me: I appreciate your ageless wisdom, Mr. Whitman.