Hope

Hope

A Poem by Acropolix

On the slippery banks
armoured with mud
and rocks,
the man wades through
a steaming swamp plagued
by leeches;

his skin clad in
mud steel and sweltering sweat
to protect,
not against parasites
or the scorching sun
burning down;

in the water's depth
await the golden bits
for discovery,
the fortunate soul able
to discern the glow
beyond the waves of hope.

© 2014 Acropolix


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That's beautifully written. Like the shortest movie ever. I like the last stanza and it really did bring to my mind the end part of Shawshank Redemption. I could feel it. I mean both - the movie's end and your poem's end - bring out the same emotion. Good job! Thank You.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Acropolix
Acropolix

Netherlands



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