Sunday, October 11, 2020

A new hope

 



Collective bad dreams

Spit us out of our

Stupified sleeps.

 

Denuded desires,

Chasing the ghosts of

Gone glories.

 

Midnight oil burned,

Moody mindscapes

Caught frozen in

picturesque landscapes.

 

I didn’t know what to do,

But she stood with me

With a lamp in her hand

And somehow that was enough.




Written for the Sunday muse and PU's Sunday pantry. Based it out of the struggle my team is going through this season. 



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20 comments:

  1. Old EggOctober 11, 2020 at 12:04 PM

    Well if she stood there with a lamp in her hand it is some assurance that however you got where you are she might help you out.

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  2. robkistnerOctober 11, 2020 at 2:05 PM

    Moody mindscapes

    Caught frozen in

    picturesque landscapes.

    I really like this section. Strong imagery. It’s always nice to have someone show you the Way. Excellent writing.

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  3. Rosemary Nissen-WadeOctober 11, 2020 at 2:27 PM

    Ah, thankful for the light of hope.

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  4. HazelOctober 11, 2020 at 4:44 PM

    Hope is such a comforting thing.

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  5. qbitOctober 11, 2020 at 4:46 PM

    "And somehow that was enough." Hope is our light in darkness.

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  6. Ron.October 11, 2020 at 5:56 PM

    ANY light, in these dark times, is welcomed, eh?

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  7. Carrie Van HornOctober 11, 2020 at 6:24 PM

    Hope is a powerful thing. You have captured that beautifully here! Thank you for joining us at the Muse! 🤩

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  8. C. SandlinOctober 11, 2020 at 6:36 PM

    Wow, this hit me where I lived this morning. Good finish.

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  9. Magical Mystical TeacherOctober 11, 2020 at 8:20 PM

    With a little light to guide us, we can go almost anywhere and do almost anything.

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  10. indybevOctober 11, 2020 at 10:36 PM

    Following the light ... the way to go! Lovely positive vibes here!

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  11. Sherry Blue SkyOctober 11, 2020 at 10:42 PM

    I especially love that wonderful closing stanza, which ends the poem on such a good note of strength.

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  12. Gillena CoxOctober 12, 2020 at 3:56 AM

    How wonderful that hand holding the light

    Stay safe

    Much💛love

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  13. HelenOctober 12, 2020 at 9:28 PM

    I enjoyed how you ended this poem in such a personal first person way .... great write.

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  14. Susie ClevengerOctober 13, 2020 at 1:50 AM

    Thank goodness for those who come to you with light

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  15. JennaOctober 13, 2020 at 5:57 AM

    I agree with the previous commenters. :)

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  16. aspiritofsimplicityOctober 15, 2020 at 2:12 PM

    A little bit of light and a friend is all we really need sometimes.

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  17. purplepeninportland.comOctober 15, 2020 at 6:46 PM

    Love the alliteration in this lovely poem.

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  18. Phil SladeOctober 27, 2020 at 1:46 PM

    You could be right. I rather think we need to find our own way and not be reliant on others. Thanks for visiting my bird blog.

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  19. Kenneth Cole SchneiderOctober 31, 2020 at 10:58 PM

    True friends will always be there for you, or you will carry the light for them.

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  20. aspiritofsimplicityDecember 18, 2020 at 5:57 PM

    Sometimes hope is just a small light in the darkness

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