Curious by nature
drawn by hope
we push forward
spring ourselves
from mud-mired
traps of psychological
undoings
focus on a horizon
where sunrises
and sunsets
offer glimpses
of glory
optimist and pessimist
daring to believe
that the beckoning future
bears equal promise.
(Hopeful first appeared here May, 2108. Image my own.)
This rocks! And all your work does! (I’m so serious when I say this.)
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You are sweet. Thanks.
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Thanks. You’re very talent, V.J.!
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Your poem struck a chord. I tend to be conflicted between optimism and pessimism as well. (I love what you did with the image. I recognize that stretch of road from your photographs.)
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Good eye. Thanks.
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You’re welcome, VJ.
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“optimist and pessimist…”
Love how you’ve put it here!!
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Thank you. I tend to be a bit of both, lol.
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😀
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Love that third stanza!
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Thanks.
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Welcome!
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Hope is the thing with feathers that gets eaten by a cat. It’s like Deja Vu all over again! 🙀
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Are you saying I’m a broken record, Mike?
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I hope not!
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Lol.
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Let’s hope that they will fulfill their promise & endow bliss to our life….
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Yes. That would be desirable. Thanks.
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Yes
We push forward across the sand
Towards that promised land
But do we possess a capable hand
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No ‘but’s’ about it, lol. Thanks Ivor.
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