NEW POEM: Hope

The world can seem like such a troubled place at times, full of misery, worry and hate. In these straightened times, it is important to see beyond the here and now and it seems that recently we may have been offered a glimmer of hope. That is exactly where my new poem, "Hope", has come from. I hope you enjoy it.

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Hope

A Poem By Simon Clark

“Hope is a waking dream” – Aristotle

Has it all been a hideous distraction? Has it?

Mankind’s lolling queue where joy is rationed,

Fashioned from the thread of night-time’s tiresome dream,

Seams stitched in this sequestered state,

Prostrate at the feet of the tapestry of stagnancy,

Malignancy destroying me,

Tears left to dry in the draft of the air-conditioned breeze.

Has it all been an upsetting reverie? Has it?

Humans, machine-like, march through disorder,

Bordered in by walls of chaotic control,

Bowls jammed full of concreted pain,

Eyestrain at the sight of the cerulean aurora,

Pandora’s jar suffocates me,

Air, polluted, in the lungs of the man who tries to breathe.

But…the air cleanses suddenly.

Is it the end of hideous intrusion? Is it?

Mankind turning eyes to the skies above,

Foxglove bells soft chime their silenced golden tune,

Strewn clangs break this corrective jail,

Prevail in the wake of the buttercup scent appearing,

Persevering, tenacious me,

Gorge-like skin-creases soothed as the river of tears are dammed.

Is it the end of upsetting servitude? Is it?

Humans, instinctive, yearn for embracing,

Racing to smash doors and emotions retrieve,

Grieve not for days seclusion stole,

Enrol your mind in shades of holographic paradise,

Sacrifice the judgmental me,

Hope is dancing again bringing the purest oxygen.

And….that hope rescues sanity.

© Simon Clark