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

*Goosebumps Neva* well done, if you reach them on my skin... hehe... frozen as I can be, you melted me, with this poem... It's so true, and so right... hope more people feel what certainly I mean with recognizing this, so well penned! my compliments dear, xx

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Excellent metaphorical use...full of astounding sight and sounds...beautiful :)

[Marie Harrison]

I'm not sure what's happening on that site, but I love your poem. It's wonderful!

[Letemdangle]

Very delicate imagery, yet solid.