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.
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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.
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All promises freeze like ice,
All greetings ring like bells.
All gamblers focus on the dice,
All smiles ripple under the spells.
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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:
Nice Jingle, and I love your Autumn verse as well.
Have a good week.
Very beautifully written, Jingle, and so wise. Hope is indeed eternal and transcendent.
That's so beautiful !!!
Caroline
Loved the poem Jingle, It's hope that keeps us going, hope for the future,hope is indeed life's nescessity.
Yvonne.
that was your best yet, loved it xx
Beautiful sentiment - beautiful words.
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.
Great poem Jingle.
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
Very good poem and such meaning especially in the last line. " Hope is like the invisible air, It makes stirs everywhere….
" Love it!
Lovely. I also really liked the one on the smell of autumn. Thanks for visiting my blog today.
I liked this one a lot!!
Beautiful words. Love it.
this is beautiful, such lovely sentiment. Thank you for visiting me, I thought I would return the favour
This flows in such a beautiful way..as if it just exists without having been worked on..super!!
Lovely as usual. Thanks for this.
hope is indeed something not easy to describe with so many layers
Nice beautiful and full of emotions and expressions.
best wishes.
Hemant
This is absolutely fantastic!!! I ADORE this one!!! You've captured it perfectly!! ~Janine XO
I loved your post today and enjoy your entire blog. Thanks for your nice visit.
moments captured beautifully in verse!
"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.
Great post.. I hope you have a great day..
Jingle,
This was beautiful~ I love the sentiment and all of the ideas flow so well, together~xXx
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.
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