Spooling Hope, a Fold poem
And where or when (things past)
Regurgurate, let them be pleasant
Memories of days gone fast,
And furious in a dance of joy;
Because where or when (things past)
Does not conform to forbidden
Or debarred, lingered in last
Kisses, or wasted lovers trysts,
Time wasted alas!
Should not thread a spool of
Hope where or when (things past)
© gillena cox 2025
Nice philosophical foray, Gillena. We think we waste time, but maybe things need to unfold just the way they do...
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I love the hopeful note specially in this verse: And furious in a dance of joy;
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Grace
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Love the way it gives us hope that it will work out in the end.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Björn
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Time and love, both difficult to understand and impossible to hold. Lovely, Gillena!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Nolcha
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I have enjoyed visiting all your blogs! So versatile and wonderful. Love haikus
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Peggy
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Love where this ekphrastic took you, Gillena, and your mastery of the form. Those last two lines are the perfect conclusion in thought and image. 💖
ReplyDeleteThanks for your appreciation Dora
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This is written in such engagin style, with a beautiful line that bears truth in it. A lovely rhythm.
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