Hope
A Poem by
Emily B
I fall
like Spring rain
sprinkling the ordinary
with imaginary color.
I drop
drop, drop
from an unseen Hand.
Waiting to be taken
up and begin again,
content in the pattern.
© 2009 Emily B
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Emily, this is a beautiful representation of hope and hope's life it gives to us. Like rain, it renews us in every way. :)
“Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.”
― Emily Dickinson
Posted 6 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
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I love the idea in this...
Hope eternally recycled ....returning
in Gods own pattern
Such a beautiful way ...to say it
Blesssssssssssss
Posted 16 Years Ago
I love the idea in this...
Hope eternally recycled ....returning
in Gods own pattern
Such a beautiful way ...to say it
Blesssssssssssss
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
The nicest compliment I could pay to this piece is to say that it is indeed hopeful. The images are breezy and I can almost hear the distant drumroll, and feel the refreshing spray of that spring rain. It's sparing and yet vibrant. It also has wonderfully simple echo of the haiku about it. And the hand that drops the rain hints at some vaguely religious offering.
Much enjoyed.
P.S: Thanks for the earlier review Emily - t'was very kind.
Posted 16 Years Ago
The nicest compliment I could pay to this piece is to say that it is indeed hopeful. The images are breezy and I can almost hear the distant drumroll, and feel the refreshing spray of that spring rain. It's sparing and yet vibrant. It also has wonderfully simple echo of the haiku about it. And the hand that drops the rain hints at some vaguely religious offering.
Much enjoyed.
P.S: Thanks for the earlier review Emily - t'was very kind.
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
A very inspiring write. A delightful display of words you have spoken in this very creative piece! Beautiful write!
Posted 16 Years Ago
A very inspiring write. A delightful display of words you have spoken in this very creative piece! Beautiful write!
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
You really have a gift for expressing things in a beautiful unique way and I love the lilting, ultimately uplifting quality of this poem. From the first lines you had me completely enthralled. Excellent work here and a pleasure to read.
Posted 16 Years Ago
You really have a gift for expressing things in a beautiful unique way and I love the lilting, ultimately uplifting quality of this poem. From the first lines you had me completely enthralled. Excellent work here and a pleasure to read.
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
Ummm. That was beautiful to witness as well as read. You words were perfect and felt so inviting and heart warming to embrace. Always a pleasure to travel with your words as a guide. Purely Greatest
Posted 16 Years Ago
Ummm. That was beautiful to witness as well as read. You words were perfect and felt so inviting and heart warming to embrace. Always a pleasure to travel with your words as a guide. Purely Greatest
2 of 2 people found this review constructive.
Hope what a beautiful thing! I hope that we never run out of hope.
"I drop
drop, drop
from an unseen Hand."
I like your repetition. Just a little bit, and not even a little bit too much!
Great write - truly inspiring.
-Gabe
Posted 16 Years Ago
Hope what a beautiful thing! I hope that we never run out of hope.
"I drop
drop, drop
from an unseen Hand."
I like your repetition. Just a little bit, and not even a little bit too much!
Great write - truly inspiring.
-Gabe
2 of 2 people found this review constructive.
I fall
like Spring rain
sprinkling the ordinary
with imaginary color.
I like this image of hope a lot. Great write.
Posted 16 Years Ago
I fall
like Spring rain
sprinkling the ordinary
with imaginary color.
I like this image of hope a lot. Great write.
3 of 3 people found this review constructive.
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Emily B Richmond, KY
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