Torn as it's edge is, I have sworn always
To apprehend hope. Glazed with eyes blinded
By hurt, hope only can bind up loose frays
And render the future reasonably kind.
Hope sings it's own song loudly, forcibly
Too, for anyone who wants impressions
Of what can heal stress, and looks at causes
For mend. Hope can then yet achieve success.
Unravelling life can damage fringes
Of hope, but never blows totally dry
The freshest outlook. A mind-set unhinged
Without hope can cower in much sighing.
Lean then on strong hope, experience re-birth
Of delight, - quite the best feeling on earth.
An excellent extended metaphor - love the fringes, frays and unravellings - and the message is spot on. S ;)
When all is lost and no one around your heartbeat, the only sound In the blackest hole the smallest light Hope! give's the strength to fight love the title! Fringes of Hope,
Fay, Remarkable poem... Unfortunately, the hope not always is the reliable... But I'm no corrected optimist... 10... /Thank you.../ Tsira
Wonderful imagery Fay...and an excellent poem...as always in your own inimitable style...Fi 10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this was well said.. as expected from Fay.