Even breath becomes tedious
without a spark of hope,
that unfolding life will bring
desires and wishes; so I stood in a stream
watching the currents and eddies, swirling past;
and thoughts of enduring passion for life
rose to my ear, first in faint gurgling like moving waters
then in a roar of wind; and time weighed upon my shoulders
until I kneeled and begged to stand, again
counting stars in awakened eyes, finding a soul reflection.
Author notes
“The poet knows himself only on the condition that things resound in him, and that in him, at a single awakening, they and he come forth together out of sleep.”
~Jacques Maritain
A contest entry
- Further Morning Quickiness...10/10L/30m by poet2angels.
475 points, ended October 31, 2007, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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"Even breath becomes tedious
without a spark of hope"
I love this thought. I cannot imagine living life without hope. One can get knocked down by life, but it is hope that will inspire and give the courage to find the "passion for life" once again. Wonderful poetry here, PK!
Congrats on the Emerald trophy!
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wow...Such wonderful thoughts to ponder...
This is so humble like invitation into your heart,...
I love it
Lynda
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I feel the wind in such a face of gratitude...for nature's blush is burst to carve in thirsty saturation...lovely verse...good luck to you
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prompt is:
“The poet knows himself only on the condition that things resound in him, and that in him, at a single awakening, they and he come forth together out of sleep.”
~Jacques Maritain
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the pic above
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