L'espoir se réveille

Hope is waking up, my muse…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hope has slept like a bear in winter

I’ve cursed the darkness as I lay cold

Mieux vaut plier que rompe…         

More than once a façade of faith

A dance of beggars and acrobats

Les petits ruisseaux font les grandes rivières...

A garden where your dreams can grow

Painted pink and cerulean skies above

Tout vient à point à qui sait attendre...

Your golden hair; your gentle touch  

Hope is waking, I can see it in your eyes

L'espoir se réveille…

Author's Note

Mieux vaut plier que rompre
(Better to bend than to break)
Les petits ruisseaux font les grandes rivières
(The little streams make the big rivers)
Tout vient a point qui sait attendre
(All comes in time to the one who knows how to wait)
L'espoir se réveille…
(Hope is waking up)

Reviews

[Kristallo]

The hope wakes up.... such a beautiful poem, Craig. I adored it. Your words are tender and delicate like the fine petals of an orchid, rare and aromatic. Lovely and organic. From your hands, stardust is strewn across my night sky in shades of vibrant sonnet, and it's always such a treasure to become enamored within the blanket of your sentiments.

Lovely and fascinating write, I sincerely adore it.

[An owl on the moon]

Dearest Kristallo, you always bring such spring to my winter's world. I cannot thank you enough for breathing forth your poetic text here on the page, and for sharing the brilliant treasures of your heart and mind. May hope ever lift you with its wings.

[Kristallo]

Thank you... :)

[Mary Christabel George]

I find this piece so creative... Filled with hope....:)

[An owl on the moon]

I truly appreciate you sharing your thoughts here. :)

[Mary Christabel George]

:)

[Siddhartha]

Dreamlike, smooth and ohh so lovely! :)

[An owl on the moon]

It's such a blessing to have by Siddhartha!

[alice]

Love the imagery and contrast of tones and how enchanting and simple this piece is. So soothing to my racing mind after a night of killer books. This is a nice distraction from studying and so lovely.

[An owl on the moon]

You are such a blessing.. always! Thank you for stopping here for a break. :)

[Mauricio Montoya]

lost me with the title but the piece seem bend towards a loss of hope at first until the light flows through. Forgive me I'm off track, its a beautiful piece.
nice work

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you for comments, Mauricio! It's always a blessing to have you by!

[DaniElle LaPointe]

Oooooh la la. This reminds me of the flexibility of the medium. Polyglotic, artistic, infinite in possibility. Thank you Craig.

[An owl on the moon]

Now there's a wonderful face I haven't seen for awhile! And words as profound and poetic as always... thank YOU!

[Enid Blake]

And there was I, painstakingly translating the dormant French I used to be fluent in once upon a yesteryear, when I could've scrolled to your 'note' Lol.
A beautiful message filled with hope, enjoyed the poetry as always :)

[An owl on the moon]

What a beautiful language to know, even once upon a yesteryear! Thank you for stopping a moment for my poetry. :)

[Priscilla Sayers]

Beautiful love! Hope is the best Muse. Hold tight love. Spring is fighting her way in and our power will strengthen with nature's birth to bloom and new life will fill us with inspiration. Hibernation of the sensitive souls will breathe in the crisp fresh awakenings.

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you! Let hope devour the sorrow as spring devours winter, precious poet. Yes!

[Mark]

I am somewhat torn here, Craig, as I cannot bear to say anything negative about your delectable thoughts-in-verse, but (speaking only for myself, of course), I found it somewhat unnerving to have to scroll up to read the English, then down to find out what the French meant. It broke the continuity, I felt. I I would appreciate learning your thought process--what end was achieved--by incorporating them thus.
When Jola and I were composing bilingually, we avoided that problem (if problem it is) by writing the entire English version above, and the original Polish below that. Help me to understand what goal was achieved by this interleaving approach.

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you for your thoughts Mark... always! This was actually written as a gift to one who knew French. Sorry for the awkwardness of it! :)

[Mark]

You've nothing to apologize for, my friend. It was a lovely piece, indubitably, and my lacking French* does not lessen that.
*apart from "voulez vous coucher avec moi?", "laissez les bon temps roulez", and "sont les mots qu'il vaun tres bien ensembles", that is!

[An owl on the moon]

J'ai lu ceci plusieurs fois,
Si bien exprimé ....
I really connect to this piece,
When I wrote Winter Valley,
And the secrets, of spring, are yet to come
And melt... into warm hope...

Just exquisite dear friend! Always,

- Elisa

[An owl on the moon]

You are a light here, dear friend. Thank you for illuminating my poetry with your sweet inspiration. :)

This was a treasure to read dearest friend... you're so welcome, anytime...

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Stunning in all its imagery! Each word was like a breath of beauty blowing my way! Excellent as always!