Efficacy, of hope

L. B. Mek


Notice of absence from L. B. Mek
'fare ye well' kind friends


 

 

slip, buckle, trip, shuffle

 

onwards

 

to rise of bended knee’s, in grimacing resilience

 

upwards

 

on nervy feet, anchored to unwavering spine

 

forwards

 

deep breaths to shuffled steps, till - we too

 

leap

 

trusting, in hope: once more – just, like before!

 

 

© L. B. Mek

May 2021

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Comments5

  • Neville


    how extraordinarily efficacious a series of words you have posted today L.B ...
    no covert message or meaning, but the hard truth ..
    and don't we just need that once in a while ..
    the truth that is to slap us in the face ...........
    quite simply, spot on sir ...

    • L. B. Mek

      why I'm just slapped cheek - pink, chuffed-to-bits: if you will.. lol
      indeed, often it's our more straightforward scribbles
      that land home, accessibly and importantly: feet-first..
      as ever, my friend all I have to offer is my humble gratitude
      for your ever-so-kind, invigorating words of encouragement

    • Dove

      Beautiful! May we never lose hope!

    • PrEm Ji

      Beautiful song & a beautiful write...
      We must always live in the present moment...

      • L. B. Mek

        so wondrously true
        so innate to comprehend
        so very hard, to actualise: in our everyday lives...
        thank you so much dear Poet, somehow
        your words never fail to inspire me, what a wonderful gift, truly

      • Accidental Poet

        Never quit, and never give up. Great write LB. ; )

        • L. B. Mek

          we march-on dear poet
          one inked feeble scribble
          of our worded truth: at a time...
          thank you!

        • Goldfinch60

          We certainly need to leap into a better future Mek, may it soon be so.

          Andy

          • L. B. Mek

            Amen!
            'we all exist, a mere meditative - slip
            to our hard-earned serenity: of peace...
            maybe, but that's near-enough for me
            to dream of tranquillity, with ease...'
            (thanks Andy, for inspiring my scribbled shorty)



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