Brush Souses Poem by John Sensele

Stash ashes of tosh and sorrow in a calabash
Where reams of bream swim in a stream on a rim
Set at hopeful angles on slopes of hope for fish to dash
To brooks where hooks of joy and loyalty books in brim
Hats with arms open wide to share with bared hearts in a sign
Meant to convey brotherhood and neighbourhood with a vase
Filled to overflow with a glow of love to assign
Cohorts of broken hearts, forsaken souls and help them to devise
Strategies that denigrate elegies and dirges in a show
Whose magnitude, latitude, longitude and attitude
Inspires confidence, retires diffidence respires hope and blow
To smithereens remnants of despair and begs for fortitude
From on high as the dies is cast in a vast warehouse
That stocks love, unlocks fountains in which hope crushes a souse.