Hope Waits

Hope Waits

A Poem by Judy Ponceby

The rain streaks the window pane
heavy and thick,
falls as a burden upon ears
aching to hear the turn of a key in the lock,
the scrape of leather on the wooden slats of a porch.
Its silver slick shine reflects the stillness.
Damp musty odors rise from the earth
where undisturbed it waits for footsteps
belonging to one who bears the rays of hope and life,
the very sun itself in heart and soul.
And so, time passes....

© 2012 Judy Ponceby

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Hope waits just like your poetry waits for the readers

Posted 8 Years Ago

this was sooooooooooooo hopeful....!!!!1
very well done dear.....!!!!

Posted 8 Years Ago

Welcome back

Posted 8 Years Ago

I could relate to this as I have been feeling like this. Beautiful!

Posted 8 Years Ago

"Rays of hope and life" offer a feeling of happiness.
Wonderful work.

Posted 8 Years Ago

Hey, I miss you. This is excellent. The incredible amount of imagery given to the rain, mixed in with the sadness, the waiting...you tied the two concepts together beautifully. Well written, Judy.

Posted 8 Years Ago

That is a beautiful poem, Judy. I have a special affinity for rain and do not find it as depressing as some. Sometimes sunshine depresses me. I know, weird, huh? But you did such a wonderful job here of showing that lack of luster from too much rain and the desire for sunlight to return. Love your imagery, too.

Posted 9 Years Ago

When the rain pours down for too long we become depressed. It is a proven fact. the sun lightens and brightens our moods and I sometimes long for it too, even though, I love the rain and storms too.

Posted 9 Years Ago

amazing write took my breath away

Posted 9 Years Ago

Judy Ponceby

9 Years Ago

so glad you liked it. thank you very much :)

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Added on September 24, 2012
Last Updated on September 24, 2012


Judy Ponceby
Judy Ponceby

Swanton, OH

I am me. Living life. Learning love. And laughing. A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom. – Robert Frost more..


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