an ordinary expectation
this is the corner i live in
…….ripe with seed and detritus
burdened by sun and potential
…….promises, promises
i have
music that will never be heard
stories that will never be written
wisdom that will never be learned
it’s not tomorrow.
…….it’s never tomorrow.
this is hope, all hard and prickly.
you always thought
it would feel like velvet
…….didn’t you?
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October 25th, 2011 at 8:58 am
hope bows its head and dares us. my god, but this is stunning and almost hurts my heart. okay, not almost. i feel the prickles.
October 25th, 2011 at 9:22 am
I’m in love with this image . . . . I’ve never heard hope described so accurately. Weaving magic with your words.
October 25th, 2011 at 9:25 am
stunning. stunning!
and no, it’s never velvet, is it…
October 25th, 2011 at 10:16 am
love love love these lyrical words of yours
October 25th, 2011 at 10:26 am
its the prickly that makes it come alive
October 25th, 2011 at 2:51 pm
very nice…i like hope being tangible, hard not soft…perhaps then we will remember it as a stone in the shoe, enough just to agitate us…
October 25th, 2011 at 3:06 pm
Sometimes life has to fight for itself. Another lovely piece of writing from you.
October 25th, 2011 at 3:09 pm
Ooooh… really liked this piece. Loved the pic and how the poem expressed life so well.
October 25th, 2011 at 3:16 pm
strong, yet delicate.. harsh, yet beautiful. very nice
October 25th, 2011 at 3:16 pm
The beauty of your words together with this image… Perfect!
October 25th, 2011 at 3:16 pm
I love this! And still hoping for velvet tomorrows.
October 25th, 2011 at 3:18 pm
Oh yes I did, and enjoyed the poem with pleasure
October 25th, 2011 at 3:34 pm
The cold hard truth about hope and never-quite-tomorrows.
“burdened by sun and potential” … Potential IS a huge burden.
I love the textured contrast between velvet and prickle. Nice.
October 25th, 2011 at 3:37 pm
Always holding out for the velvet….
Having
Only
Positive
Expectations
Yet…so true its not always so velvety…
Alaurilee
October 25th, 2011 at 3:41 pm
so sad when..music is never be heard and stories never be written…loved the surprising ending…and i much like the texture and feeling you give hope here
October 25th, 2011 at 3:54 pm
To mimic all that has been said above x10 What a wonderful write. Hope, the thing that keeps us going, but it’s certainly not all velvet.
October 25th, 2011 at 4:04 pm
A marvelous close, it really caught me by surprise.
October 25th, 2011 at 4:06 pm
Oh…oh. oh. This is beautiful. Simply put. And yes, I thought it was like velvet.
October 25th, 2011 at 4:15 pm
I did think it would be all velvet…
October 25th, 2011 at 4:18 pm
I love this! Lovely!
October 25th, 2011 at 4:56 pm
yes, I did and I thought I would have been in full bloom by now, too. But, there’s something in the dying of dreams that brings seeds of new life…I think it’s called hope… and yes, it is prickly. This was amazing.
October 25th, 2011 at 5:00 pm
Wow, this is such a powerful poem… it grabbed me and I had to read it several times.
Love it, a real paradigm shift! 🙂
October 25th, 2011 at 5:08 pm
I’ve been sitting here trying to think of a comment that would match how I feel about this post, these words, this photo. I give up. Apparently, I’m speechless.
October 25th, 2011 at 5:27 pm
(Taking this very literally.)
No, tell those stories. If you don’t what might the world miss?
October 25th, 2011 at 5:41 pm
Hope is hard and prickly, isn’t it? A burr under the saddle of expectations.
Well played. Oh, and jolly good using detritus…love that word.
October 25th, 2011 at 6:31 pm
I just fell in love with this! Yes, I always thought hope would be velvety! I adore those last three lines…….. and the inspiration of this is just genius…… Hope really is just the seeds of today…… That is so true and I never looked at it that way…… This is definitely a keeper, Mrs. Mediocrity…….. Very powerful with the image of that seed pod….
October 25th, 2011 at 7:16 pm
Very good job here, expectations are difficult to sort out. Between I have and this is hope I found to be incredibly strong. Very good write. Thanks
October 25th, 2011 at 8:02 pm
You spoiled it for me, I want it to feel like velvet damn it!..hahaha…expectations are usually high, but it’s nice sometimes when they are low and turns out to be way better.
October 25th, 2011 at 10:10 pm
A wicked lesson about grabbing the day and squeezing if for all it’s worth, prickly parts and all.
October 25th, 2011 at 10:15 pm
I am not sure if I ever thought of hope like velvet but more like a thorn that we have to try and work through in order to get it to not stick or prick you as you move on forward. This is amazing and I love the ending of your poem
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/10/25/the-groom-of-the-dead-bride/
October 26th, 2011 at 12:26 am
this is so beautifully described!
October 26th, 2011 at 12:33 am
It is never a disappoint to read here. And, yes, I did always think it would be velvety-smooth 🙂
October 26th, 2011 at 6:03 am
Wow a harsh outlook on hope vividly described. Loved it
October 26th, 2011 at 3:41 pm
I think you should definitely let that music OUT!! Sing just for the love it it.
That nut reminds me of how prickly our horse chestnut casings were. And how lovely to open a big bunch, reward for treasure all fresh and shiny brown. The smooth feel of them in the hands and against the cheeks was lovely. And the sound of rolling a bunch across a hardwood floor — well — heavenly!
xo
October 26th, 2011 at 3:54 pm
did you sign your book deal yet ?
there’s one out there just waiting for you you know !!
xoxo
October 27th, 2011 at 9:29 am
So powerful – all of this!! I’m speechless…