In darkness, her world is oft drear,
Yet hope shines bright, her heart to clear.
A ray of joy in night's abyss,
A reminder of strength, a soul's bliss.
Her laughter rings, a sweet refrain,
A symbol of resilience, to remain.
Graceful and free, weightless her heart,
Like sun, her spirit doth impart.
This moment rare, a gift from above,
A glimpse of self, unshadowed by love.
Her weary soul, with battles fought,
Yet in this ray, her strength is brought.
Though fleeting may it be, this light,
A beacon of hope, a sun-kissed sight.
Her future, heart, and mind to guide,
A soul of uniqueness, one of a kind.
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Michael B
A left brained guy with a long running notion to do right brained things. I’m only hoping to become better at it.
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Once More Unto The Breach
He let the sword slip through his other gauntleted hand. Athlistan stood atop the crest of the rubble of Bordanium’s ruptured curtain wall. Beyond, the remnants of the Saxon’s first assault regrouped. They would come again–Athlistan knew it.
By Matthew Fromm2 days ago in Fiction
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The poem shines through with the lightness and peacefulness of the hope it speaks about. Well crafted verse and easy to follow. It gave me the feel of Dickinson’s poem about hope but more like an extended less metaphorical version. Only notes are a slight confusion with “her,” when does it refer to personified hope and when to the woman whose “weary soul” hope is meant to be a beacon. Also, “oft” and “doth” though properly used do not seem well fit with poem’s overall diction. Beautiful poem.