Prisms of shimmering colors
Light the path to serenity
Follow the glimmers
Watch for the light
So bright and occasionally white
Have you seen it? Did you look?
Beams flicker down through the trees
leaves waving, fluttering in a breeze
There is hope all around
Listen to its sound!
Hear the finches singing their slurs
While violet-green swallows fly by in blurs
A furry brown caterpillar inches its way
Right there by your foot, how can you say
the world is askew in this bright new day
Follow the glimmers and it will be okay
You can be happy to watch the play
of this beautiful world upon which we reside
How blessed are we all to be able to provide
optimism so that chaos is denied
Copyright © 5/16/2024 by Andrea O. Corwin
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Author note: someone asked me to create something about optimism and I hope this uplifts those who stop by and read it. The story below is about two famous women who gave/give Hope to the world,
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The doors, they always scrambled for the doors first. When they arrive and always by night it was a race to desperately bar the creatures entry to the house in the slow crawl of numb feet that the dream would impose upon him. He never seemed fast enough and the creatures uninhibited by the same constraints always made the doors first. The houses in his dream-scapes vary night to night - Some are mansions, others shacks and some are distorted contortions of his childhood home which burned down when he was ten. But the doors are always the same – frail, loose hinged and never could be fully shut. The creatures too vary – twisted and corrupted forms of animals and people familiar to him: family dogs preternaturally swollen to twice their size with rotting coats of mange and slicked damp with dark liquids of decay. The people too were bloated vestiges of ones vaguely familiar to him but whose names escape him. Their eyes gorged wide with dark blood which streaked their mottled faces in crusted trails like lost rivers which hung from their chins swinging in ropy columns beneath paling yellowed teeth. To let them break through would mean death. This he knew with grave certainty. At the door was desperation and panic as their stench emanated forth, sickly and pungent like vomit and mold and ending in a gruesome exhalation like cancer, the stench sticky and clinging invading his nostrils and lungs never to be expunged. Then in the sudden waking he never knew if he repelled them or not.
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Glimmers of optimism, indeed : )
A beautiful and well-wrought walk through nature! Optimism is much easier to maintain in the light of a beautiful day. I needed that before I finish my morning cup of joe and trudge off to the dungeon... I mean, the factory where I earn my daily bread!
This was like a breath of fresh air.
Thank you very much for writing a poem about optimism. I am so grateful that you did this for me. Thank you so much!!❤️
Yes, we need hope, Andrea. Thanks for helping us see positivity.
Yesterday, two Jehovah's witnesses came to my door and asked me if I saw hope in the world. Should have given them this on a leaflet.
Awww, this was absolutely wonderful and uplifting! "Provide optimism so that chaos is denied". I really loved that line!
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Beautiful poem, Andrea, and a great reminder that I do not spend nearly enough time in the wild.