Monday, September 27, 2010

Hope


Too small for U. S. Cents,

Too rare to be in historical museum,

Too heavy to make sense,

Too abstract to dwell in the hands of the child.

.

A shooting star soars cross the sky,

A spark flashes through the squeezing rocks,

A lightening flies by,

A basket of wool to make warm socks.

.

All promises freeze like ice,

All greetings ring like bells.

All gamblers focus on the dice,

All smiles ripple under the spells.

.

Hides behind the time that flies,

Dances in the hands that knit ties.

Hope is like the invisible air,

It makes stirs everywhere….

25 comments:

nana_ang_poppaphil said...

Nice Jingle, and I love your Autumn verse as well.

Have a good week.

Sam Liu said...

Very beautifully written, Jingle, and so wise. Hope is indeed eternal and transcendent.

croleyc69 said...

That's so beautiful !!!

Caroline

welcome to my world of poetry said...

Loved the poem Jingle, It's hope that keeps us going, hope for the future,hope is indeed life's nescessity.

Yvonne.

william said...

that was your best yet, loved it xx

Kitty Moore said...

Beautiful sentiment - beautiful words.

oldegg said...

I loved your perceptive view of hope which is one of the most valuable attributes we have. You analogy of hope being a spark that squeezes through rocks is inspired.

Thanks for your visit Jingle.

JBSTUFF said...

Great poem Jingle.

signed...bkm said...

Beautiful write Jingle..."Dances in the hand that knit ties"....my favorite line....blessings and thank you for joining in at Monday's Child...bkm

Judy Roney said...

Very good poem and such meaning especially in the last line. " Hope is like the invisible air, It makes stirs everywhere….
" Love it!

Sharon said...

Lovely. I also really liked the one on the smell of autumn. Thanks for visiting my blog today.

Lourie said...

I liked this one a lot!!

Eden said...

Beautiful words. Love it.

Kebeni said...

this is beautiful, such lovely sentiment. Thank you for visiting me, I thought I would return the favour

Lyn said...

This flows in such a beautiful way..as if it just exists without having been worked on..super!!

Myrna R. said...

Lovely as usual. Thanks for this.

Claudia said...

hope is indeed something not easy to describe with so many layers

हेमंत कुमार ♠ Hemant Kumar said...

Nice beautiful and full of emotions and expressions.
best wishes.
Hemant

Sniffles and Smiles said...

This is absolutely fantastic!!! I ADORE this one!!! You've captured it perfectly!! ~Janine XO

LV said...

I loved your post today and enjoy your entire blog. Thanks for your nice visit.

magiceye said...

moments captured beautifully in verse!

Stafford Ray said...

"Too abstract to dwell in the hands of the child". Yes we do make those judgments. An adult asks who and why, but a child is content with "Wow!"
Jingle, you are a child still, observing in wonder. Lovely.

Amy said...

Great post.. I hope you have a great day..

Ellie said...

Jingle,
This was beautiful~ I love the sentiment and all of the ideas flow so well, together~xXx

Victoria said...

Poems about hope are precious to me - so fragile, intangible, and essential. I like your knitting images especially, the basket of wool and the knitting of ties. Even though I'm not a knitter in 3D I feel like I spend much of my life knitting ties to connect people - and hope they will hold.