Sunday, December 7, 2008

SUNDAY IS FOR POETRY: Hope


Cruel is pain
Is it ever kind?
Nor wanes
whilst fuels the mind.
Minds.
Full of anger, remiss.
Remind the harbored fury,
amiss.
Attack.
Show no mercy
for the slack,
for the controversy.
Love's rays, held in abeyance,
bedecked in tears,
eventually penetrate,
displace fears.
So hark, take heart.
Capture love's rays.
There's hope.
**written by petra michelle**

9 comments:

archiearchive said...

"Loves rays" - nice image - Alas, the prism of the heart splits love into its component parts - not all are comfortable yellows and greens and blues.

i beati said...

Wow you touched Archie you must have hit a nerve just teasing I loved it and the play as always We so reciprocate each other..Sandy Watching more smaltzy Lifetime movies and loving every second.What is your street address or P. O. sendiong cards Sat. I promise not to stalk anyonm hahahahaahah

Buttercream Cottage said...

Excellent!

Enzie at World Market Portraits said...

Love this part Petra

"~Capture love's rays.
There's hope.~"

LarryG said...

very interesting

PV said...

Excellent thoughts!!

Cold is pain, hot burns anger, but love is warmth, it neither burns nor freezes.

BoufMom9 said...

So lovely to "meet" you.
You are a very talented writer.
Thanks for stopping by and leaving such nice comments today.

Tipper said...

Petra-the very thoughts that have been on my mind since Sunday. Its easy to agree with the words of your beautiful poem with my mind-but so hard to let love win out over hate in my heart.

Mama Zen said...

Lovely!