Tag: hope

  • all that is lost

    Hopeless, heaving, havoc-
    wreaking, hateful, half-time
    happenings, so harrowing, have you
    any idea the hope that is lost,
    the ways I have lost, so many ways
    I was hoping to hop, to trot and
    to heave my belongings, my half of
    this world as it rots, the happiness
    happening but not, the haste in
    which my direction changes with the
    wind, a hurricane forming in the
    epicentre of hours of homecoming,
    if only I could. If only home hadn’t
    been lost. But hoping hasn’t made
    anything happen, only the
    actions of the whirlwind, the
    heaviest of houses heaving
    their bodies down, and I was
    a house, I was a heart that had no
    reason to hope, just a haze, a happy
    helpful haze, now history, now
    hungry, hurt, homeless, hopeless.
    If only I could come home to my better
    self, my halting, healthy, half-
    baked, wisdomless self. If
    only I could come home to all that is
    lost, all that I lost.

  • Field of Hope

    I drove past the Marie Curie
                                   Field
    of Hope
                                   today
    and almost every daffodil
                                   was
    dead. 

                                                                   Almost.

  • Hope

    I can feel myself coming down
    or going up, or moving in
    whichever direction is the right one.
    I don’t know how I’m doing it
    or how to keep doing it,
    but I hope I do.