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The Death of Hope
I balance yet again
On the brink of the chasm
Wondering what happened to
All the possibilities of my distracted youth
Sure of this one thing
That I will never
Possess
the gift of pure love
Hope
That feathered being
The poet claimed
Lived in every human breast
Has in mine been quietly laid to rest
It flourished there a very long time,
At first a creature of controlled colors
Later a multihued thing
Now a barely recognizable shadow
Of what it could have been
The question of why
Is no longer relevant
It simply is
There are many of us you know
We survive in the streets
And the cities
In fields afar and countries near
It's not so unusual
As you may fear
We come in all sizes
And sexes
And shapes
Having always in common
The absence
Of a love to treasure
And no choice but
To escape in
Other pleasures
We are good and bad
Attractive or not
But always and ever
Separate
From those of you
Who have the fortune to know
Love
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| I agree, thank you for catching that. And I really appreciate you taking the time to read so many of my poems. It makes the effort truly worthwhile to know that people can find themselves in what I write. |
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I wish I didn't relate to this one as well as I do. Darra, your writing amazes me. You write of things so profound in such a way that their ugliness is beautiful.
"It flourished there a very long time,
At first a creature of controlled colors
Later a multihued thing
Now a barely recognizable shadow
Of what it could have been" <~ Loved that stanza.
Just a suggestion, but in the third stanza I think "hope" could stand alone on its own line and make that stanza more powerful.
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| Thank you all for your kind words. This poem reflects me at one of my saddest and most contemplative moments. I can honestly say that I have never been "in love" and I do not know what that is. There have been a few I thought that I loved but it has never been returned. So, there you have it. Simply a stark and honest look at me. I think this poem reflects the fact that I have, at long last, made peace with this issue in my life. I have many other treasures in my life, just not this one. So be it. |
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Comment by: MMutami - 2007-01-13 05:24
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| The poem created a picture of a really devastated somebody. I really wonder if this hope to get someone to love has surely "been quitely laid to rest". To me "dead hope" in the bossom of the poet is making noise that no living ear has ever heard. Its a sad poem. I liked the smooth flow of the idea of total absence of hope to get love. Its a wonderful piece. Believe me, I almost dropped a tear. I just hope its not a true story. If it is, well, I would surely do everything in my power to rekindle the light of hope. Wonderfull piece!! |
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Comment by: Sophia Online- 2006-11-21 01:06
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This is so very sad LadyEgyptia, these lines especially:
Hope, that feathered being the poet claimed
Lived in every human breast
Has in mine been quietly laid to rest
I hope it rises again like the phoenix :) Wonderful writing |
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