Hope Aglow
Hope Aglow
Another sultry day to its end creeps,
the air is lulled, silence grows deep,
the horizon is painted in plain hues
and birds all nest-ward flying through.
Not a bough moves, no rustle in leaves,
a lone bird sings in a tone as if grieves,
some bats flit past the dusky sky
and a wisp of cloud lazily floats by.
Slowly the darkness swallows all grey,
no signs remain of what is called a day.
Her pack of mysteries the night flows,
nocturnal creatures all are on the go.
The air’s filled with strange sounds,
night birds’ shrieks and cries abound.
As the scene grows somber and gloomy,
I’m surrounded by an air of melancholy.
Anon, I espied a dancing light,
flickering, twinkling to my delight.
A star has fallen down from the sky?
Oh, no, it is a glowing, errant firefly!
The little flame brightens up my thoughts,
ere with gloomy shadows they’re fraught.
As the tiny torch flits past with a trail of light
Its glow sets free my soul of its blight.
Hope’s face in the mirk of gloom shows,
when life’s thrown to miseries and woes,
she takes our hand, gives us a lift
and offers her blissful, sacred gifts.
Yasmin
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Yasmin, this is a lovely poem. I love the fireflies and the way you portray Hope holding out her hand. Well done indeed.
Thank you Phyllis for nice words
Wonderful verse with lovely imagery and an ending that leaves one full of hope.
I love this Yasmin, great imagery. I also wrote as fun poem about fireflies some time ago .
Shooting Stars
Reclining on the hillside,
I stare up at the sky,
As midnight’s hour approaches,
To see a shooting star.
My dad lies back beside me,
As I gaze through squinted eyes
At the vast expanse of universe
Of which we’re just a part.
Suddenly, I see a flash,
At first it’s just a twinkle.
Then slowly moving t’wards the east,
Oh wait there is another!
“Dad, look at all the shooting stars,
Flashing ‘cross the sky!”
“Don’t be daft”, my father says,
“It’s just those darn fireflies.”
Thanks John Hansen for reading and comments on my poem. I enjoyed reading your lovely poem on fireflies. Thanks for sharing.
Yasmin the last two lines of this poem are so perfect. The movement of your verse ended with perfection. Well done. Jamie
Kind thanks Jamie Lee Hamann, Your comments are greatly encouraging.
Excellent piece Yasmin. The imagery of the firefly as hope is a fantastic thought. The poem was nicely phrased and well rhymed. Nice work.
with gratitude, Paul Neglia
Hi All Members,
I’m unable to log in and post my writings. Each time I see the message’403 forbidden’. Please help to resolve the issue.
thanks
Hi Yasmin. Ralph and I are working on this problem and will get back to you soon.