Hope Poem by Paul Reed

Hope

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'WHEN by my solitary hearth I sit,
And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom;
When no fair dreams before my 'mind's eye' flit,
And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;
Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head.'

From ‘To Hope' by John Keats

A tuneless whistle, a nameless flute,
A listless breeze blowing nowhere,
A breathless sigh made tamely mute
Absorbed in the morning air,
Lost spirits drifting slowly away
Holding cruel despair at bay;

What use is today without tomorrow?
Which promise scarce thrilled a heart?
What use is joy without it's sorrow?
Each on their own still forms a part,
So as I slowly descend the slope
Gently lift me back up with hope.

Tuesday, March 21, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: hope
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 23 March 2017

A tuneless whistle scribbles mind and a nameless flute fills tune of hope in mind mesmerizing life in state of eternity. Life is full of joy and grief. Cruel despair provokes thought. We like love and peace. May God bring peace for all....10

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