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Echo of Hope
my hope has lost its feathers
it's quite the piteous sight
locked inside my lonely soul
hungering for flight
its body bruised and battered
its tender wings plucked bare
exposed to stormy wind and rain
struggling through frigid air
my hope has lost its voice
from singing for too long
but still it nests atop my heart
dreaming of its song
I hear it echo ever faint
though thunder rules the night
my hope has lost its feathers
but not its will to fight
it's quite the piteous sight
locked inside my lonely soul
hungering for flight
its body bruised and battered
its tender wings plucked bare
exposed to stormy wind and rain
struggling through frigid air
my hope has lost its voice
from singing for too long
but still it nests atop my heart
dreaming of its song
I hear it echo ever faint
though thunder rules the night
my hope has lost its feathers
but not its will to fight
Published 4th May 2018
Author's Note
Inspired by "Hope is the Thing with Feathers" by Emily Dickinson
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4th May 2018 4:35pm
an awesome tribute i say..to the great poet,
and to the poem's inspiration source- her work.
beaut the flow
the imagery
and expression!!
well done indeed!
and to the poem's inspiration source- her work.
beaut the flow
the imagery
and expression!!
well done indeed!
5th May 2018 2:21am
