by marikiaTbilisi, Georgia
Nov 2010 870 Views 12 comments
Hope
If there is a hope, then it comes with your words,
Simple kind letters, concerned with my lot.
My soul may aspire for no reason at all,
I seem to be floating though standing on floor.
The power of hope - a miraculous force,
It drives me through times of boredom and toil.
I seem to take notice of nothing at all,
For joy that hope brings me I am grateful to all.
Simple kind letters, concerned with my lot.
My soul may aspire for no reason at all,
I seem to be floating though standing on floor.
The power of hope - a miraculous force,
It drives me through times of boredom and toil.
I seem to take notice of nothing at all,
For joy that hope brings me I am grateful to all.
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Posted: Nov 2010
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Comments (12)
Truly,
Ginger
CJ
i like this a lot. i don't know how else to describe except to say it's lovely in a quiet, gentle, way !
off the shelf after these several years. I like your description of
hope as a sort of nameless something that inspires the heart to
press forward. It would be nice if you wrote more of your own poems
because this little gem is beauty and simplicty.
Cafe
Kindest regards!
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Author: Alexander Pushkin
I’m through with life – no sweet desires,
I’ve ceased to love my happy dreams;
All’s left to me is pain and anguish dire,
The fruits of emptiness that dwells in me.
In storms and tempests of this cruel fate
Alas, my blooming crown has faded thus,
And living now alone, disconsolate I am,
And wait: when end to suffering will come.
Thus hit with cold so slow to come,
In piercing squeal of wintry storm,
Clinging alone to bare branch
A quivering leaf will soon be gone!
1821
Your words:
"The power of hope - a miraculous force,
It drives me through times of boredom and toil.
I seem to take notice of nothing at all,
For joy that hope brings me I am grateful to all."
truly captures the spirit of hope.
Great Inspirational Write!