Sunday, February 26, 2017

Something: Hold Hope

Dear Sillies, 
I hope you're doing well and taking good care of yourselves.
It's been a while since I wrote a non-erotic poem. Instead of starting from scratch, though, I revised an oldie. Times are tough, so it's an attempt to inspire.
Keep a smile and a stash of chocolate.
Enjoy.

Sometimes we reach for something
but it's something we can't see
When a moment feels like hours
and we struggle to just be.
Despair is all consuming and 
the future beckons fear.
We listen with intention
unsure what we yearn to hear. 
Sometimes we pray for something
though we lack religious creed,
still staking faith in one thing
to provide all that we need.
Yet  in this desperate stretch
At times
We sense a subtle shift.
Gentle breath
and tender hues
console an injured rift.
Hold hope 
when there's no hand to hold
nor signs to guide you through
That something of a priceless kind
will find its way 
to you.
                                                              colored pencil drawing by me, 2003

45 comments:

  1. Lovely poem, Robyn. I hope the ending isn't false optimism.

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    1. Not at all, GB, cuz I'm still smiling. So are you, I gather. x

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  2. That was...encouraging. I don't say that sarcastically or anything like that, I actually mean it. That poem broke through my crusty, cynical exterior and nestled nicely into my soft, nougaty center. Thank you. Also, great colored pencil drawing.

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    1. Thank you and you're welcome, PVP. Hopefully, this makes up for our VDay differences - at least for a year. Smiles.

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  3. There is always hope if we choose to believe.

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    1. I think we find it when we stop looking so hard, right, Alex? Thank you.

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  4. Hope is sure something that can be there as long as one remains aware

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    1. That's more than fair.
      Hope and care will get us there.

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  5. Beautiful poem Robyn. I always choose to believe in hope.

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    1. Thank you, JKIR, Diane, and Debra.
      I appreciate you and your words.

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  7. I love it Robyn. You should put that on Facebook too.

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    1. I was just thinking about doing that. Thank you for the nudge, JoJo.

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  8. A wonderful poem, Robyn. Sometimes I forget that where there is life there is hope even if it is just a small spark.

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    1. Yes, that's beautiful sentiment too, Jono. Thank you.

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  9. Beautiful. I believe in hope. Even in the darkest times, there is the hope that Heaven has calorie-free chocolate.

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    1. Best yet, you need not have been a purely innocent gal to get some, right? And by get some, I mean the chocolate. Sheesh. My brain isn't always in the gutter, just often. Thank you, silly gal pal.

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  10. Beautiful poem, Robyn! I love your flower sketch also. Wishing you a good week ahead.

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  11. lovely poem and a good wish. We do need hope, and to hold out our hand to others and offer hope. It's out there...just a tad tough to find sometimes.

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    1. Sometimes it finds us when we stop looking - thankfully.

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  12. Your poem has lifted my spirits and made me think. Thanks.

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    1. I'm very glad and you're very welcome, Stephen.

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  13. Very nice and we could use some hope these days

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  14. This was beautiful, Robyn. You should write more like these. You're very good at them. Love you, my sweet friend!

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    1. I wish my poetic juju was more active, Elsie. Hopefully, I'm getting back into that zone.
      Love you too, hon. Thank you.

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  15. Fantastic poem and beautifully said. I too choose to believe in hope, and that sometimes, when you're down, the universe will extend a helping hand.

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    1. Yeah, that's when magic happens - that is, when the universe extends a hand. Thank you, BnB. I appreciate your words.

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  16. Aw. So heartfelt. When you get serious, it's really powerful. Just as powerful as your humor. :)

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  17. Reliving in hope is the way to go...I love how it is the root of your lovely poem :)

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    1. I appreciate it. I love how it's the root of your blog name and perspective, Keith.

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  18. Beautiful Robyn. Timely Your poem and the photo reminds me of your book.
    (speaking of which, I finally bought yours a couple of months back. The shipping was twice as much as the book! Ahhh Bloody Amazon. But at least I have the Engel Trilogy!)
    Here's to the next three books.
    xo

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    1. Oh you're such a great friend, Anthony.
      Thank you kindly. I KNOW you'll get hearty laughter out of Celibacy and Suburbia. xo

      PS Thanks for the nudge too. I'm shifting to focus on number four.

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  19. That is lovely!!! Both the poem and drawing are a testament to how talented you are.

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  20. Very good Robyn! Hope is always a good thing...

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