Hope Poem by Michael Timothy Rose

Hope

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Hope
Is a creature
Whom I cannot describe;
It is amorphous, it is celestial, it is
Spoken and misspoken, spoken,
Unspoken and unclear
In its soft treads of light, these
Only clues it leaves behind to its
Existence,
Soft recounts to subtly spoken content
In the lives of everyone she has found
And found to be described.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Christopher Flynn 20 June 2009

hope is in the love of life, but also can be a weapon as well. As people can hope for good or bad the poem sums this up well.

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