Lonely

A friend's poem triggered this tiny poem.

Lonely arrives when Hope
becomes an orphan whom
you can no longer afford to
nurture, bundled in a basket
and left on another's doorstep.

Reviews

[Tommy]

It always comes back to haunt us in the end; Hope be an orphan looking for its parents. I hope my memories of optimism can find their way back home to my heart. For my faith will grow with the help of those who opened their doors to my dreams, and raised with affection the essence of expectations to arise to that of the morning when I find myself dawning the acceptance of hope again. Lonely by choice no more!

Great Write!
RLG,
Tommy

[?]

Wow, now this tiny poem as you say is really not so tiny.
Hope is always there, we just loose track of it sometimes.
Awesome tiny BIG poem

[SPINNING ON that dizzy ..]

Well done

[Ferg]

Nice one.......succinct and packed with sadness and resignation. i can hear the audible sigh and can feel the heaviness of heart in this.

[Miss Coral]

Love it- really interesting concept and I love the capitalization of "Hope" making it seem more animated. Wonderful little piece.

-Coral-

[Norma M Sutton]

This is a interesting perception.

[:)]

I love short poems.

[Doreen]

Reading this brought about more emotion than I was ready for. Nice job. Small, but amazing.

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

so softly spoken... beautifully poignant metaphor..