Hope

Life

Hope

Hope does not spring eternal, Mr. Pope.

It must be fed; preferring hearts, brains, and lungs.

Stoke or croak, you could say.

Fuel the blaze!  Make it grow!

But careful, careful...

The flame can engulf and consume;

eat it's keeper.

First they are one.

then they are gone.

Reviews

[Molly K]

This is beautiful and so poignant, great work

[Ed Hart]

'hope', hope is for children...for those with scar tissue, fresh air and mountains is better medicine...to sit by an ocean long enough to disappear is the heart of healing...

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Wise words indeed:) another great write:)

[Chris]

a fair taste of awareness... and the end was very real.