Seeds Of Hope
To imagine it
and shift the living sideways
shape of things, colors
new and fresh, lichens
to the left, sand spare and dry
to the right of you
as you explode, young
flowering hope and display,
this is hardly false.
I am not kidding.
April 15, 2010 5:38 AM
Images from three different sources with the same phrase. The title of my poem is banal in this way, overused. Yet of the two lower images, one is clearly cancer support, in itself hardly banal, and the other is charitable support of efforts to farm in third world conditions. That also is hardly banal.
The notion that hope acts as a seed for continuing effort is obvious. It is widely experienced, so widely experienced that those who have not experienced seeds of hope in some venue are people deprived of a nearly universal human experience. In my judgement, the problem that arises is not that... we know hope can be a seed. The problem is having that experience so compartmentalized that a person can't access it in the here and now in this new place.
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