Hope Is

My heart had died,
strangled, beaten,
desire eaten by disease;
black and blue, but crimson
seeped out.
Like fallen tinder on trace ember,
His gentle breath—
hushes turned rhythmic glow.
The threads of a cloud,
its weave pulled apart
by the light;
one ray becomes two,
two rays become seven.
Hope is.

Check out other great poems at this week’s One Shot Wednesday (part of One Stop Poetry).


20 thoughts on “Hope Is

  1. Please consider link in 1 to 3 poems to Jingle Poetry Potluck week 14.We are open and will remain open 24 hours from now and appreciate your submission today…any poems are welcome.your talent rocks.share your poetry today,stay blessed.


  2. scentofmyheart, thanks for the comment and for the info on Jingle Poetry.Melissa, glad you liked the poem. I wrote this during one of those moments of intense doubt, but with God hope always finds its way back in. 🙂


  3. Hello, how are you?you are invited to join our potluck week 14 at Jingle Poetry : http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/Write a poem fitting our week 14 theme (Hobbies, Pastimes, and Entertainment), post it on your own blog, and link in to our potluck after Sunday, 8pm American central time, you are also allowed to link in at most 3 old poems or poems unrelated to our theme. FREE STYLE Commenting!Sign in with your yahoo or google email account to FOLLOW Jingle Poetry BLOG, then you know the most updates on what’s going on with us…Let me know if you have questions.We value your contribution, Hope to see you in. The more you share, the happier we are!xoxox


  4. Beachanny, thank you so much. I’m glad you enjoyed it.Eric, me too. Thanks for stopping by today.Claudia, I like your comparison with David. I hadn’t thought about that, but you’re right! :)Steve, thanks for that feedback. I’m flattered! 🙂


  5. very sensitive and heartfelt writing here and i like that hope multiplied and you end this poem with such a positive touch. made me thinking of the psalms, written by david. he always started with outpouring his heart and then ended with the hope he knew he had


  6. I’ve written three poems about hope, thinking I’ve finally found words or metaphors or stories to capture it, none were as successful as this one. Kudos to you. Well done!


  7. Kodjo, this was wrote during a rough day, no doubt. When I realized it wasn’t the end of the world, the sky opened up again. Thanks for the visit. :)Glynn, “rescue” is right on. Hadn’t thought of that word until you mentioned it.Brian, funny you would mention that. I was thinking the same thing when I stopped by your blog last night. 🙂 Thanks!Sender, thanks for the visit. And yes, in the end there’s always hope. 🙂


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