There are only shadows –
no substance
to an evaporating world.
Time has etched its purpose upon my soul,
eroding away all vestiges of hope,
and life has written the score
of a melancholy tune
upon my heart.
The way forward
is now obscure –
for the path is overgrown with weeds
and bracken.
Yet
looking towards the sun,
do I see a new dawn on the horizon,
a world of promise?
Through blurred eyes -
a mirage unfolds
in the distance.
Uncertainty is perhaps the most honest expectation, if one has expectations at all.
With no hope to start with, then a new dawn shining to bring light to your life! Vibrant, deep and superb write!
very good write Val wondeful imagery make this poem alive thanks for sharing
Sometimes hopelessness sits in our hearts and the path ahead blurs but any mirage can be a pool of water. Your ideas are expressed beautifully in metaphors and images and hope shines bright in the end. :)
there is always hope for tomorrow. through blurred eyes a mirage unfolds.
Valerie, no matter what type of poetry you write, you have no peers. I love this piece. Thank you for sharing, and for your friendship.
At the end of the tunnel there is light! A new dawn waits to be unfolded! So dispel all gloom and look Eastward! ! As ever, beautiful! !
A beautiful poem, there is always a way forward, we sometimes just have to take a different path. A great write.
Mirage is a beautiful write, VALERIE! VERY DEEP PHILOSOPHICAL POEM WHICH I ENJOYED!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good write Val. Hope springs eternal.