Hope

Hope is a stray dog

A shadow moving across

The walls of slumbering

Houses on a dark, deserted

Midnight street

With blunt teeth

It tears at its own hide

Where fleas feast

It roams the city

Scavenging from the

Spoilt meals of man

Its whine is a mocking laughter

You can hear it in the night

When you lie awake dreaming, or

Sleep with open eyes

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved the complete poem. Hard, honest and direct thoughts. My favorite my friend.
"It tears at its own hide
Where fleas feast
It roams the city
Scavenging from the
Spoilt meals of man"
The above lines. Like words from a Hemingway's war novel. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Laz K.]

Thank you, CP.
You're becoming my fav reviewer! :)
I'll try to return the favor as soon as I can.

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed your work and you are welcome Laz.

[tranquilspace]

Very amazing piece and it was lovely how you portrayed hope to be something every man needs yet man fights it.

[Laz K.]

Thank you for reading and commenting. You're right: hope is something we usually think of as positive, but there're times when it becomes a nasty presence that mocks our wishes.

[tranquilspace]

You're very much welcome, keep writing

[Chris Shaw]

Where there is life there is hope. Even if it's a stray dog scavenging in the dark streets of night as you are in half sleep. Daylight always follows. Despair sucks. I felt it here. Some great lines.

Chris

[Laz K.]

Thanks.
Hope dies last, right?

[Chris Shaw]

Yes, because by then there is nothing left.

[Susan 🦋]

You can sleep with eyes open...but eventually the light will break the darkness. And there is hope...

[Laz K.]

Life, at first, is black and white. Then, these two colors mix into gray. Eventually, if one's lucky enough, he/she might recognize the light and separate it from the dark. I guess that's hope.

[Susan 🦋]

Hope is the belief the light will come. Even if those gray clouds linger, they will not consume... hope will sustain. 🌱

[Neville]

....... powerful stuff indeed .. when hope fails, my guess is it would be a good idea to try and sleep with both eyes open ...

[Laz K.]

Thanks for reading and commenting.

[Neville]

you are most welcome sir

[Davidgeo]

I really like those last two lines.

I find your depiction of hope here to be very honest which is all you can ask for in poetry I think. This is good work.

[Laz K.]

Thanks for reading and commenting. :)

[Davidgeo]

It was certainly my pleasure

[Dave Brown]

in Argentina they leave food out for stray dogs
perhaps your version of hope needs a bit more sustenance

[Laz K.]

Perhaps. :)
Thanks for reading and commenting.

[Crowley]

I like the metaphor. Hope is always skulking just below the surface, waiting for the appropriate moment to beg for belly scratches. Dark and pointed. I loved it!

[Laz K.]

Thank you for your insightful comment! :)

[Kerra]

quite an intriguing write here, enjoyed

[Laz K.]

Thanks for reading and commenting.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

When hope has rabies...it slithers away to be left alone, but if we try to hang on to it, it will bite
us...and leave us with nothing to look forward to.
excellent metaphor here, carried through the poem in style.
j.

[Laz K.]

Thanks, j.
I think you're right in your analysis of hope.