When she is not distracted with having to find a way to mitigate the damage implied by marauding metaphors the poetic expressions flourish. :) (or was it while she is
being distracted? )
There's a deep black void at the bottom of the gorge
Look down, says Hope,
then up.
There's the root of a tree to the left of me
Grab hold, says Hope,
then cling.
There's a wall of dirt with all of its hurt
Blink hard, says Hope,
clamp down.
There are mats in my hair and pain everywhere
it is night
it is stark
and I swear
pinned to a heartless stare
I'm here, says Hope,
I care.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-07-28 at 11:37
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being distracted? )
says Hope by The Noted Poet Elizabeth Jill
[When you can hear Winter screaming all the way to Spring's front porch, listen carefully.]There's a deep black void at the bottom of the gorge
Look down, says Hope,
then up.
There's the root of a tree to the left of me
Grab hold, says Hope,
then cling.
There's a wall of dirt with all of its hurt
Blink hard, says Hope,
clamp down.
There are mats in my hair and pain everywhere
it is night
it is stark
and I swear
pinned to a heartless stare
I'm here, says Hope,
I care.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 1115 times
Written on 2014-07-28 at 11:37
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