hope

hope

A Poem by Lydia Shutter


i came of age
in a world i wanted to change
a grandiose thought perhaps
maybe even absurd
but i believed it with my very soul
and there were others like me
we were energized
seizing each moment as if it was 
plumper than infinity
a collective conscience drove us
in our VW busses
each in the same direction
till one by one life threw obstacles at us
it was a rude awakening
there was no transcendental force 
coming to save us
only side doors through which our ideals 
would eventually escape
till the only real truth we were left with
was hope

© 2021 Lydia Shutter


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Even tho I relate to & appreciate everything in your poem (so strongly & creatively expressed), what is shouting loudest is what is NOT in your poem. Why did we give up trying to change the world? Maybe it's becuz we figured out that the best we might do is manage the madness of too many people wanting to all be free, all in their own way. God Bless America! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

3 Years Ago

I don't think we gave up, Margie. Personally, I have been involved in politics and political issues.. read more



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Hope is what gets people out of bed in the morning. And sometimes…I don’t get up until 9:30am.
Beautiful artwork! I love how idealistic we are when we’re young and not jaded by life. The world is our oyster and we are the Pearl. Losing my daughter was the turning point for me. I love this poem. It’s beautiful in showing how we want to save the world but we need to start with what we can control. And, we do that with hope.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Lydia Shutter

2 Years Ago

Suzanne, I am so very sorry for your loss. The fact you left me such a lovely review is really spec.. read more
We gave up on some stuff yet we still have hope.Why is that I wonder?

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

2 Years Ago

Thanks for visiting. Lydia
Even tho I relate to & appreciate everything in your poem (so strongly & creatively expressed), what is shouting loudest is what is NOT in your poem. Why did we give up trying to change the world? Maybe it's becuz we figured out that the best we might do is manage the madness of too many people wanting to all be free, all in their own way. God Bless America! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

3 Years Ago

I don't think we gave up, Margie. Personally, I have been involved in politics and political issues.. read more
First I have to say, the art you chose to accompany your wonderful words is gorgeous. Love, love, love it. and of course your words...yes, we all need hope - I will say it is what keeps me smiling. Your talent never ceases to amaze me. :) Julie


Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

3 Years Ago

I am sure you remember how much I love to find artwork to accompany my words. Thank you so much fo.. read more


............ you made me think long and hard Lydi** and even though I knew all along, I ask my self the same question over and over, where would we be without it eh' ............. enjoyed no end ........ Neville

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

3 Years Ago

Neville, what a nice surprise to see a review from you. Thanks so much. Have a happy Easter. Lydi.. read more
Neville

3 Years Ago


.... always welcome ... and back at you Lydi** :)
The psychedelic photo is pleasing on the eye.
Humans have done great things and bad things.
Is the world a better place, probably not. We still have famine, wars, dictators.
Maybe a lifetime is just not long enough to change things.



Posted 3 Years Ago


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Lydia Shutter

3 Years Ago

Sometimes I wonder! Nice to see a review from you, Paul. Hope all is well. Lydi**
Paul Bell

3 Years Ago

Think there's light at the end of the tunnel this year.
there was no transcendental force
coming to save us
only side doors through which our ideals
would eventually escape
till the only real truth we were left with
was hope

The victory for each and every one in you is still there, not regretting but remembering acutely.. that was the strength of your 'Hope' and that's how the word is a banner of its. own.. and should be even now.. Remember it.. and learn. Perhaps?

A brilliant picture ...

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

3 Years Ago

Thank you so much for the review and for noticing the artwork, Emma. Stay well. Lydi**
emmajoy

3 Years Ago

Always a pleasure to read your words.. plus, see your selected artwork!
Sounds like a memoir of the 60's. There were many in that generation that believed the world could be changed and they were the ones to do it. But of course the world had other ideas, and, as the poem states, the only truth they were left with was hope. On the whole, though, that is still a precious possession.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

3 Years Ago

Indeed, it is, John. Thank you for the review. Lydi**
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As you said, we are not in a happy state of mind nowadays, so many things we wish to change. I think sometimes that earlier our world was less complicated, people were less complicated and judgemental than the recent times... But hope is that sun shine that keep us alive... Truly said.... I am hopeful... Thank you for sharing this poem

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lydia Shutter

3 Years Ago

Thanks very much for your review. Lydi**

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