Hope

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May 11, 2021 by petrujviljoen

backed up against the sky
her inbreath drew the wind
away from the mountain and
she stayed within the weeping.

and the clouds, bereft of
movement, sunk to the ground
not quite reaching; the barrenness
remained.

and a rock contracted,
cracked in the cold.

the gold. God, the gold!

……..

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7 thoughts on “Hope

  1. Jules says:

    Wonderful. This made me think of the California Gold Rush…

  2. memadtwo says:

    It’s there, within our worst despair. I love the spiraling here. (K)

  3. Misky says:

    Gosh, this is fabulous! Love that hallelujah feeling at the end.

  4. Great poem. I especially like the first stanza. It drew me into this poem.

  5. whimsygizmo says:

    How beautiful. Always something beautiful to be made of sorrow.

  6. Such a feeling of sadness, until that glorious ending!

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