Brailled Maps
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GaborfromHungary
hope is a river in the dark
heard but not seen,
moving on its own
binding skin to muscle.
one foot, then another
shedding sadness, like
too many clothes in summer’s heat
dripping off the depth of cuts
left by those who inflict booming cruelty.
the trickle an echo swallowed
beneath thought’s closed book.
copyright all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2021
I like the description of hope offered in the first couplet, especially in uncertain times--when too many see hope as some kind of mythological creature. I like thinking that hope never leaves us, particularly when we fail to see it.
ReplyDeleteThis is gorgeous .....
ReplyDeleteWonderful metaphors, adroitly used to bring hope alive in a new and more meaningful way.
ReplyDeleteEspecially love "trickle an echo swallowed. I'm listening too.
ReplyDeleteFood for thought...thank you!
ReplyDeleteLuv that hope is functional
ReplyDelete"one foot, then another
shedding sadness, like
too many clothes in summer’s heat"
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Wow!
ReplyDeleteExcellent metaphor, beautiful read.
ReplyDelete(Just attempted to publish this and sad face appeared, so might be duplicating.)
Anna :o]
Brilliant portrayal of hope. We need loads of it nowadays especially.
ReplyDeleteVery nice.
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