Mine's running thin.
And i don't know how many more miles until relief appears.
I promise i'll pay you back someday
when i am brimming to the top
and you are low
Sit with me and hope
i can feel your warmth
regenerating my core
a few more miles
a few more days
and we can look back together
and wonder how it all happened.
14 comments:
Steps: 1. Let glass fill, relishing pain of thirst. 2. Wait for that meniscus! 3. Lick the tears of fortune before they hit the table, as your glass spilleth over.
Pray for rain, always.
And thanks for the poem!! Enjoyed it.
Peter G.
science + lovely language. You rock!
thanks for the compliment, Peter!
I love this poem. You can borrow some of my hope when I have some to spare. What a wonderful take on the prompt. http://judyidliketosay.blogspot.com/2011/03/hope.html
Templeton's Fury,
I am so pleased to see you back again writing.
I also understand the message within the words of your poem. Many of us who write, face the good and bad times, that you are 'speaking about.
And, through Poets United, you have a community of writers, more than willing to 'lend you an ear'.
All Good Wishes, Eileen
PS: Thank you for your comments at my poem.
Lovely!
Wow, excellent...you nailed hope.
Sharing hope until hope finds us again... lovely thought!
love the open line,
very well done.
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I love the idea of lifting and filling a friend with hope. The idea of sharing one's hope is such a lovely sentiment~ Great Job~
Thank you Non-Wizard...i often do ;)
I know, huh.
I like it!
the beast demands
awww, this was a very sweet one :)
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