Upon the crest of hope we ride
braving deeps and storm,
and as we toss about the waves
we search the shore for calm.
But as we wander on our way,
determined on our course,
we find that errors are our lot
as we're blown with gale wind force.
As we embark upon a trek
begun in four year stints,
it seems that hope is what we see,
and from our eyes it glints.
The dawn of new from out of dark,
blinds us to the truth,
that each inherits long term problems
developed in their youth.
So it seems to me, at least,
as each new season blooms,
that each one is an infant chance
upon which hope presumes.
©2009
1-27-09
Author notes
Written for the contest: New Beginnings by ecrivain01
http://allpoetry.com/contest/2432867
A contest entry
- New Beginnings by ecrivain01.
5600 points, ended April 23, 13 entries
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I like the poetic style and that line, "That each one is an infant chance" is superb,enjoyed
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Not bad ...
but it's too short by far.
Thanks for entering in any case.
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Fantastic
I absolutely love this poem and like the commentator before me, I really like the "infant chance". Great Write!
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I like the idea of each season being an infant chance.
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Thank you for taking the time to read. While this can be applied to the yearly seasons, it is more about political seasons i.e. the start of each new presidential cycle; which, if you think about it is like the yearly seasons. I do appreciate your comment.
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