Hope's Perfume

Written in response to the tragedy that is happening to a site that I and many others love and adore (stumbleupon)...........but there is always Hope.

Like forgotten lines dancing around love
that never bloomed,
knowing not where to start or end.
You will know when you look
at the blurs that form
when crossing the night
once again.

Stretching across the lines are flowers
that once planned to brush the lips
of all the answers
you need.
Yet, the smile on your face
could change the mind,
overwhelm the heart
of destiny.

In the distance I see rain
coming down from the air of dreams
full of laughs and smiles
taking flight.
I stare for such a long time
knowing it could all soon go away,
and my heart cries
as I write.

Forgotten lines cut into winds
that wander
but have always been right there
dancing around love
that could bloom.
Without moving far off
or crossing the night
we can still
smell
Hope’s perfume.

Reviews

[nathan]

I know there's a sombreness about this poem coupled with grains of hope but forgive me if I can't help smilling over it's beauty. The wording gives me a sense of an arrangement of flowers- very appealingI know there's a sombreness about this poem coupled with grains of hope but forgive me if I can't help smilling over it's beauty. The wording gives me a sense of an arrangement of flowers- very appealing

[Kenneth The Poet]

Love the last stanza. I love smelling Hope's perfume as well.

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. Even with the feel of sadness. The poem ended with a positive thought. I like the photo also. I see flowers blooming out of cement and I believe they are small miracles. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote

[Ruth]

Oh Neva..so beautiful love...there is ebb and flow to everything...sometimes people do not see the life breathing beneath the surface...we have to keep going Neva...there is always hope indeed :) Hugs xx

[EMF]

A wonderful poem about a distressing subject. Hope is a fragile thought that can easily be dispersed, but never wiped out. Like your photo, the scent, the idea, it has roots, winds and thoughts that run deep. The poem itself shows the hope. Reflects the want to simply 'be'. As writers we do not strive for anything... normally... than to be read. We only want people to share our ideas. They may agree, or disagree, but they all, we wish, share our hopes. You have created a wonderful skillful piece that shows Hope does not fade. Might take a holiday, but it stays around.

[Garfield Rupe]

I love this poem Neva it is sad yet beautifully truthful

[Rene Velez]

This poem gave me images of a rainy day, somber and soulful in It's approach...really nice write...

[.........]

Ah, this makes me wonder if you've noticed my love for scents being woven into poetic verses such as these. You really do have a way with words. My favorite part of this poem is "In the distance I see rain Coming down from the air of dreams"... to me, that says a lot. It makes me wonder if you're reminiscing, or if you're looking ahead. Dreams as in memories, or dreams as in hopes stretched at arm's length? I love the term "Hope's perfume". It's just perfect.

[Dark Beauty]

Excellent write, i could imagine the hope through the words,well written and great job!!

[Inyourshadow]

I love the picture and know the pain of your piece as do many now here as we lost our beloved site of AllPoetry and found ourselves adrift until we found and called WC our home. The sadness and the hope is evident throughout and I sincerely wish all is well for it is never easy to transfere from one home to another. Keep em' coming

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

Feelings of hope and good luck here are feelings nearly everyone should be able to relate to.