Fragile strands of hope
Adrift at sea, lifeless, mere driftwood in the doldrums,
Dear God deliver us from this desperate dream
Have mercy-throw us a line.
Lift us up above the relentless rips that ride us roughshod across the sands.
How little can we live off?
Give us some crumb of comfort
Let us know that tomorrow will bring new hope on the horizon.
It is a wild place
No comfort for those who care.
We are foreigners in a flawed landscape
Fettered by our need to belong.
© Alison Jean Hankinson.
We have been through much this last year, and it seems like each day brings some new horror but we have no choice but to walk forward still. It is wild and a little unkempt and uncaring and I wonder if it can ever be any better, any less wild.
This is for d’Verse poetics.
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What a remarkably well written poem, Alison. I am so taken with “We are foreigners in a flawed landscape” Thank you for sharing 🙂
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Much love to you…I need my poems at the minute…I am going to do a post a day for May..XXX
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YES!!!
(and if you are in need of a story of encouragement, drop me a line.)
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There is always hope, Alison. Your “driftwood in the doldrums” made me think of this artist and his work:
http://www.jamesdoranwebb.com/
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Oh how beautiful. I must have a better look later today. I would love to go and see these. XXX
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We need that “crumb of comfort”. I like how you formulated this prayer: “Dear God deliver us from this desperate dream”
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Thank you Frank. XX
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Your words are true, it has been a hard year. Makes us know we can’t make things just the way we like, with a snap of a finger, it will take more…and do wish we would receive word that everything is going to be OK.
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“We are foreigners in a flawed landscape.” What an absolutely wonderful line!
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