Standing outside in the night breeze,
I wonder where the whispers of hope have gone?
The trellis of leaves is still there, yellow
shapes against a splotchy moon…clouds sliding
by in willowy, darkish, slender, trails.
Silence thunders through the valleys of the
buildings, clamorously mounting until the
ears scream in agony, trying to hear, trying to hear…
the whispers of hope.
Those soft murmurings were easy to hear in my youth,
and to understand. Sometimes they yelled at me on pale
summer days, trying to get my attention, my hearing
often affected by my youth. Sometimes I saw no hope,
and heard none as well, blinded and deafened by my
own importance; digging sand with my toes in search
of holy water, but there was none where I stood.
Now, I try to hear those whispers, the whispers of hope,
but I can no longer attune with them and sing their song of enlightenment.
A stinging rain begins to fall, and I watch as it both emboldens and
softens the dead black of the streets. Quickly, I turn from dry to wet, but
I realize I am still wetter on the inside than out.
Where are the canyons of love that the mountains of life promised me?
What happened to the promise of enigmatic youth?
Why is everything so empty, so forlorn?
Where are the whispers of hope?
Author notes
The meaning of life changes as we grow older, and our recognition of our mistakes broaden.
A contest entry
- Round Two Tell Me About The Other You by storiesuntold.
550 points, ended December 19, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What can we do when hope leaves us?
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I hear you
Often while growing up we feel we need to leave our childhood behind .But this isnt so for one must take that child along with them on this journey for its the child that keeps the maic of life alive .Its the child that brings wonderment to an ordinary day .Dont you see that child has never left from within you its just you have kept pushing him away .
To live and see the excitment and know life doesnt have to be serious all the time a soul must play to ejoy life . I let my child within come out when ever she wants I act so crazy and have so much fun .And if you are having fun so what if someone says something let them talk for they never made you feel so good as you do when you find that child within yourself again and live honey live
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Outside hope is but our illusion, look within my friend, look within...
Happy Holidays
Eddy
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very well penned here honey you do this story thing very well here may i add good luck to you in the contest
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Oh you know this is beautiful but it hurts you so it hurts me . Hope is in grandchildren, animals and old friends and getting older gracefully with some wisdom no one could have pounded in us before.... and never having had jail time because we learned it the hard way sweething . your greened eyed girl from Carolina
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Masterpiece of Emotions
Words of truth in each and every line...when we are young and full of ourselves....we don't see to clearly..but as time goes by and our steps slow down...we see life...and we listen to all whispers of hope..."I do" I can feel the words of this poem, and the talent within coming from he heart....another excellent piece of poetic art...
Write ON! ................Novy....I love ya!
My beloved God bless You
Jolly Holidays
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