It was dark
it was fading
the faint line that kept missing
on a canvas
Vast as sky
while the colours dried
Why suddenly the palette seemed empty by that time ?
no colours to paint
no emotions to show
no glitter to shimmer
no hopes to wean
The courage
like ebbing of waves
suddenly dropping low
who should tell, to hold moon ?
in those thoughts
in those memories
who knew ?
there could be glimmer
an up thrust from somewhere
Binge of cheer
someone gave hope
One who earlier laughed and teased
Could give a hand to support
in the garden of blood
water seemed thicker
those who seemed nothing
appeared one day
to tell you to chase dreams
“ indeed
stars may align
trust in process
each moment is different “
awaiting for the miracle to strike
that’s called patience in life….
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'an up thrust from somewhere
Binge of cheer
someone gave hope
One who earlier laughed and teased
Could give a hand to support
in the garden of blood
water seemed thicker'..
Poetry's eloquent, wording of steadfast Hope..
Brilliant!
thanks for sharing, dear Poet
('glimmer' indeed, let's throw our nets wide
and fish
our future's, horizon skies
for what gifts we can glean
of life
ask, not
if we be worthy, or ready
simply
strive, reach, grapple and fight
for our opportunities
to that survival and triumph, in life!)
In your words I find hope
In your words I find direction
Thank you so much dear Mek
The road not taken often, I dare to tread upon
Thanks to support of all at MPS
I think it would be wise to say that patience is slowly gained after the experience of awaiting many disappointments in life. Hope should never be orphaned in light of this though.
Nice to read poetry which provokes my dusty old mind into thought.
Indeed disappointments today
Are lessons tomorrow
Teaching the essence of being patient
So rightly you expressed dear Dusk
And I will cherish the lines you mentioned
Cause even the tint of hope inside, I shall not let it die
That was a beautiful one and you spilled positivity today in a grandeur way...Thanks Dear Spiller !! Spread your wings wide , the world is inviting You .....
PATIENCE need us to be PATIENT !!
MIRACLE...jumbled is RECLAIM !! And its time you reclaim your good days back !!
That’s so wonderful and innovative dear Vamsi
I borrowed your positivity and met people close by
And one of my professors who guided me quiet strictly
Showered loads of blessings and steered directions to me
I am so grateful to universe for making me the most best people
That's it !! Now there is no looking back. Very Happy for You 🙂 All the very best Dear Spiller,
Thanks a lot dear Vamsi
I could literally cry from how damn beautiful this is.
"in the garden of blood
water seemed thicker"
Is a line that stood out to me as special, not only is it crafted so finely,
it possesses a slap of Meaning. It revolves around the absence of hope,
and the engulfment of despair. I feel it also alludes to the Creation of mankind,
and the first sin. Which is so apt for the message of the poem.
The last line also really serves as a line for the People.
It embraces patience, and "patience is a virtue."
This poem is hopeful. You are special Spiller!
✨
Oblivious was I
Ignored by many
But your thoughtful deciphering and kind words did gave me the courage to shine
Thank you so much dear Rocky for looking at my poetry with such fineness
It makes the poetry special
And yes, patience is a virtue
And often blood seems more strangers
You and your works are treasured! 💖
This is so very true. Someone who seemed so critical of my work kept pushing me to make changes, think outside the box, do better. And I am eternally grateful now. Brilliant lines.
Indeed dear Rozina
Experience the words and you shall resonate more
So greatly you expressed and i am sure you get my feels….
That patience will be with us all one day spilleronsheet.
Andy
Thanks dear Andy
Trying my best to keep up the hope
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