The world, I’d say, is struggling to endure – upheaval the new norm old protocols redundant – insane the political thrum. Surely hope has remained,
Relentless this turmoil, fear-driven storm battering psyche, beating me down… Hope trails, a gossamer thread, a faint flutter, refusing to die. (Tuesday are for Twitter.
Dank, this current state, mildew and rotten fruit, the stench of redundancy – crave the petrichor of hope, the aroma of fresh soil singing praises
Hope glitters like rays of golden sunlight piercing the thick overgrowth of this life. Dare I respond, or is this merely the sharp deflection of
Morning light, guiding radiance… No clouds, nor entanglements darken your purpose – radiance equating with hope. (Image from personal collection.)
Sail erected, call it ‘Hope’ Location dialed in Saboteurs asleep Done with party persona, inalterable generalities Ready to cater to the awake Willing to believe