Hope: Quadrille

Is it hopeless to feel hope

in the light of dawn,

or when the moon hums

her gentle song?

In the ash-filled skies

do hopeful spirits fly,

or earth-bound are they buried

in sorrow unvariegated?

Tomorrow will hope soar–

that thing with feathers, evermore?

 

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This quadrille is for dVerse. The prompt was any form of the word, “hope.”

 

32 thoughts on “Hope: Quadrille

  1. Maybe it’s me and my mood today under the cloudy skies, but there is a kind of beautiful, sad, sweetness to your words today. Still, there is hope in them. ♥

  2. Bjorn beat me to it, but I too like your reference to the DIckinson’t line: “Hope is a thing with feathers that / That perches in the soul / And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all . . .

    And enduring hope flies above the trembling elements. Thanks, Merril.

  3. There is a sense of hope when the sun comes up. I know it is not poetic but “Annie” and her “The sun will come up tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar,” came flooding into this place where I imagined the feeling might shift.

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