Hope

Hope

A Poem by Emily B

 

I fall

like Spring rain

sprinkling the ordinary

with imaginary color.

 

I drop

drop, drop

from an unseen Hand.

 

Waiting to be taken

up and begin again,

content in the pattern.

 


© 2009 Emily B



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Ummm. That was beautiful to witness as well as read. You words were perfect and felt so inviting and heart warming to embrace. Always a pleasure to travel with your words as a guide. Purely Greatest



Posted 9 Years Ago


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I really liked this piece. X

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautiful, short and meaningful. love the "I drop
drop, drop .. you are such a poet Emily.

Chloe

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

such a dreamy peaceful read, very enjoyable!

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

My interpretation of this beautiful compassionate composition was an encapsulation of a “spiritual rebirth" of the human soul, contrasting against a physical birth experience.

Definitely has that ‘Hummm’ factor!

Phillip

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This gave me two visions of thought..One rain falling from the angels weeping, the other, the dripping of paint from my paintbrush when I am trying to create and image..A very interesting write..Kathie

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Beautiful.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

'content in the pattern' - beautiful

Posted 6 Years Ago


Well done Emily, proof that just a few words can say alot!

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

In your element "with imaginary color."

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

and thus the circle closes...and life begins anew...beautiful...

P.s.-Thanks to Serah for making me find some wonderful poets here...

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B
Emily B

Richmond, KY



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