Tlii Poem by Christine Austin Cole
Tlii
All of us, with needs unmet,
heartbreakingly aware
our days are spent
scavenging
bits of distant dreams;
alas, all that we are
is the little that we seem.
In contrast are the days now past
of envisioning times
of peace at last -
hopefulness
was a crystal jar;
yet, all that it held
is the little that we are.
“heartbreakingly aware” “bits of distant dreams” mesmerizing mining into the deep recess of feeling and ah what expression leaves you green with hankering that why Christine got to be there before anyone else could Thanks
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'alas, all that we are is the little that we seem.' - the shade of Edgar hovers over these lines. 'hopefulness was a crystal jar; ' - enhanced by allusions to a Greek myth. 'yet, all that it held is the little that we are.' - crowned by the piercing insight of an original poet. The efficiency of the evocation is in keeping with your reputation, Christine.